Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
2009 Bernard Moreau Volnay-Santenots 1er Cru 13.5%
Efrem Zimbalist. Now there's a name. And someone once saw fit to bestow it a second time. Such a name has always, since time immemorial, suggested a fusion of Avedis Zildjian cymbals with the French Symbolist painter Gustave Moreau, whose work I admire. Avedis, Avedis. I would have a second son just to name him Avedis. Though perhaps Avedis could be a girl too. Anyway, so I saw a stray bottle of this Bernard Moreau Volnay at a recent Crush Progressive Sale and bit, on the cheap, trusting that the Moreau alleles would do me right. Jeanne Moreau has a role to play in there somewhere. I may be misusing the word allele, but I am hopelessly drawn to a word half of whose letters are Ls. So, the Moreau was uncorked last night. Sorry, but I don’t have the patience to wait ten years for an unknown quantity to blossom. An odd kirschy smell signaled something was amiss. The mouth was odd too, with an unpleasantly bitter finish, saved from greater defectiveness by the grace of youth (ravages require time). But, through this veil of wrongness, a modernity of extraction and wood could be discerned. Modernous alleles. Enough to make me consider relegating this latter-day Moreau to one of the circles, unless someone has something to say that might stay the hand. Definitely no Avedis.
Efrem Zimbalist. Now there's a name. And someone once saw fit to bestow it a second time. Such a name has always, since time immemorial, suggested a fusion of Avedis Zildjian cymbals with the French Symbolist painter Gustave Moreau, whose work I admire. Avedis, Avedis. I would have a second son just to name him Avedis. Though perhaps Avedis could be a girl too. Anyway, so I saw a stray bottle of this Bernard Moreau Volnay at a recent Crush Progressive Sale and bit, on the cheap, trusting that the Moreau alleles would do me right. Jeanne Moreau has a role to play in there somewhere. I may be misusing the word allele, but I am hopelessly drawn to a word half of whose letters are Ls. So, the Moreau was uncorked last night. Sorry, but I don’t have the patience to wait ten years for an unknown quantity to blossom. An odd kirschy smell signaled something was amiss. The mouth was odd too, with an unpleasantly bitter finish, saved from greater defectiveness by the grace of youth (ravages require time). But, through this veil of wrongness, a modernity of extraction and wood could be discerned. Modernous alleles. Enough to make me consider relegating this latter-day Moreau to one of the circles, unless someone has something to say that might stay the hand. Definitely no Avedis.