Jeff Connell
Jeff Connell
A rare opportunity to taste (well, drink) a couple of Bordeaux from 1992, a largely maligned, vastly over-looked vintage: Ch“teau Fonroque, Saint-Emilion Grand-Cru Classé, and Ch“teau Lafite-Rothschild, 1er Cru Classé Pauillac.
Not that I know the wine, really, but I fully expected the Fonroque to be intact, holding well, if unexceptional. Intact it was, and in fact quite pleasing. It was well-balanced with generous fruit and a fine complexity. The remainder of the bottle, left open for 24 hours (an accidental experiment I pledge never to repeat), was Bordeaux as we like - nay, as we love it. It was soft and well-worn, but vibrant and alive.
Lafite was exactly Lafite, with less power than some vintages, less depth, well, less in all dimensions I suppose, than some vintages. But not radically diminished, and really, just way too young. Should have accidentally left half the bottle open for 24 or 48 hours.
Not that I know the wine, really, but I fully expected the Fonroque to be intact, holding well, if unexceptional. Intact it was, and in fact quite pleasing. It was well-balanced with generous fruit and a fine complexity. The remainder of the bottle, left open for 24 hours (an accidental experiment I pledge never to repeat), was Bordeaux as we like - nay, as we love it. It was soft and well-worn, but vibrant and alive.
Lafite was exactly Lafite, with less power than some vintages, less depth, well, less in all dimensions I suppose, than some vintages. But not radically diminished, and really, just way too young. Should have accidentally left half the bottle open for 24 or 48 hours.