notes from last night

originally posted by Tom Glasgow:
Count your blessings

Unlike you, dear reader, I am currently residing in a Holiday Inn located in Roseville, Michigan. I'm ostensibly here to sell wine, but some of my loved ones suspect foul play.

I dined last night with an area retailer who tried to impress me with a deeply flawed bottle of 98 Jaboulet La Chapelle. I matched the wine with a 93 Overnoy Poulsard, a wine which astonished everyone at the table. The retailer wants a state-wide exclusive.

I ask you, dear readers, what should I do?

Have to run. The Holiday Inn is about to run out of defrosted muffins. A complementary continental breakfast is part of the deal here. You also get free copy of USA Today!

From The Wine Importer

Umm...bring 'um to Portland, OR...Please. You wasted a perfectly spectacular bottle of vino. Somehow I missed all the '93s and '95s that were in the system.

-mark
 
I know this is very XKCD of me but let me try to clarify before any other dire wolves, pterodactyls, or wooly mammoths end up in this tar pit. What Tom may have intended was something that offered more visual cues, perhaps like this:

 
Tom: Count your blessings

originally posted by Joe Dressner on his own blog

Unlike you, dear reader, I am currently residing in a Holiday Inn located in Roseville, Michigan. I'm ostensibly here to sell wine, but some of my loved ones suspect foul play.

I dined last night with an area retailer who tried to impress me with a deeply flawed bottle of 98 Jaboulet La Chapelle. I matched the wine with a 93 Overnoy Poulsard, a wine which astonished everyone at the table. The retailer wants a state-wide exclusive.

I ask you, dear readers, what should I do?

Have to run. The Holiday Inn is about to run out of defrosted muffins. A complementary continental breakfast is part of the deal here. You also get free copy of USA Today!
 
originally posted by Larry Stein:
originally posted by Chris Coad:
originally posted by SFJoe:
originally posted by MLipton:
originally posted by SFJoe:
originally posted by VLM:

1993 Overnoy.

I remember the wine, but am not sure what you mean.

Joe, Joe, Joe...


Mark Lipton
Oh, sure, I remember that, too.

But I still don't get it. Maybe Chris can help.

I got nothing. I never understood that note. Not the wine I knew.

I've been told first-hand by others who were there to taste that bottle that the wine was way worse than Yaniger's description.

Shit (and thongs) happen.

Puzzling. I drank at least a case of that wine, and still have two or three bottles tucked away. Some bottles were more funky than others, but I like a bit of funk. It's a fun note, and I'm always in favor of fun notes, it just didn't match anything even in the remote ballpark of my experience.
 
Fwiw, personally, I'm less embarrassed at misunderstanding your post than I would have been at overlooking the fact up until now that you were an importer.
 
originally posted by richard slicker:
originally posted by SFJoe:

really, there are irreversibly fucked up wines. I think of warmish bottles of '81 Beaucastel in the US, for instance. They are never coming back. Brett has eaten all the esters, and crapped all over the wine. Similarly, Stuart's bottle of poulsard had a bacterial or brett bloom and a bunch of the aromatics were gone for good. Can't unring the bell, can't scroll back time. I'm not sure why that has to be, but Jayson Cohen can explain.

yeah, but if that warmish bottle was of a good wine, and if it had been shipped carefully before being tossed in among the dirty laundry in some simian's overnight bag, where it was left to rot in the sun for a few weeks prior to being shlepped across the country and chugged down (or not, in this case) at a swill fest, i'd hope someone might pipe up and query any reports to the effect that the wine was flawed and the importer the schnook incarnation of the joker that emanated from said swill fest. y'know, in much the same way that people query chubby n00bs who pop up on teh interwebz to say, "x's wines suck. i know. i tasted one, and i was like only 87 points on it."

or else maybe the politburo could add a list of people approved for douchebag bullying to the faq?

r.slicker

This wine was just flawed. I'm sorry if that makes you sad. It made me sad.

n + y just doesn't get you to "magic".
 
originally posted by wrrntl:
originally posted by Marc D:


And Overnoy makes a Trousseau? Wow, I would love to try that some time.

What happened to Houillon?

Domaine Overnoy-Crinquant

Brought in by Rosenthal

Just opened the 2010 Overnoy-Crinquand Trousseau - it's really good! Evidently this is from a "cousin" of Pierre Overnoy (read, distant relative). The wine is really fresh and alluring, very alive, glou-glou (op. cit.), but more than that; it's complex and delicate and delicious. Maybe not as fully realized as Puffeney's best Trousseaux, but it's damn fine anyway. I'd buy it again ($28).
 
originally posted by Chris Coad:
originally posted by Larry Stein:
originally posted by Chris Coad:
originally posted by SFJoe:
originally posted by MLipton:
originally posted by SFJoe:
originally posted by VLM:

1993 Overnoy.

I remember the wine, but am not sure what you mean.

Joe, Joe, Joe...


Mark Lipton
Oh, sure, I remember that, too.

But I still don't get it. Maybe Chris can help.

I got nothing. I never understood that note. Not the wine I knew.

I've been told first-hand by others who were there to taste that bottle that the wine was way worse than Yaniger's description.

Shit (and thongs) happen.

Puzzling. I drank at least a case of that wine, and still have two or three bottles tucked away. Some bottles were more funky than others, but I like a bit of funk. It's a fun note, and I'm always in favor of fun notes, it just didn't match anything even in the remote ballpark of my experience.

I'd give my left ball to taste a bottle of '93 Overnoy Poulsard. Just say'in.
 
originally posted by Cory Cartwright:
Mark, I have a half drunk bottle in my fridge from 2 years ago. Should taste about the same as it did then.

I think I remember that bottle. That was not one of the good ones.
 
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