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Oswaldo Costa

Oswaldo Costa
1995 J.M. Gaunoux Volnay Le Clos des Chênes 13.5%
I must say that I found this wine hedonist worthy. Having said that much, what kind of hedonist? There are probably as many kinds as there are hedonists, so there’s little communicative value unless I specify. OK, this wine is not for the opulent hedonist. Or for the luxurious hedonist, if different. Certainly not for the hedonist targeted by the Renaissance ideal of nude, layers of fat designating a pleasingly safe distance from starvation. Perhaps it is for the acid freak Jihadist hedonist, or for a hedonist like me, enamored of a squalid, anorexic, supermodel esthetic (I have always eschewed fat; my motto, when dieting, was "eschew on that!"). For today’s burgher, starvation is no longer an option, he can flirt with impunity. So, getting back to the wine, I found it hedonist worthy, at least worthy of the specific kind of hedonist that I am. Please note that I have eschewed the flavor wheel.
 
This seemed more giving than the Gaunoux, perhaps appealing to a broader swath of hedes. This time the unexpected uppercut was the difference between pre and post food. Pre found me marveling at the flawless cork, objecting to the overly deep magenta, admiring the classy aromas and lengthy finish, wondering about the insufficient heft and the slightly off kilter balance of sweets and acids. In short, in the grips of analytical ambivalence. Post food, all that melted away, warring sensations coalescing into a state of gratitude. It may not be perfection (NSG, after all, stands for Not So Great), but it functioned as such. So, what use sober critique if the cognitive apparatus is so labile, so subordinate to what clogs the receptors? Perhaps the only thing of interest in the TNs of others is how others process information, not the information itself.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
1995 Jean-Jacques Confuron NSG Les Chaboeufs 1er Cru 13.5%This seemed more giving than the Gaunoux, perhaps appealing to a broader swath of hedes. This time the unexpected uppercut was the difference between pre and post food. Pre found me marveling at the flawless cork, objecting to the overly deep magenta, admiring the classy aromas and lengthy finish, wondering about the insufficient heft and the slightly off kilter balance of sweets and acids. In short, in the grips of analytical ambivalence. Post food, all that melted away, warring sensations coalescing into a state of gratitude. It may not be perfection (NSG, after all, stands for Not So Great), but it functioned as such. So, what use sober critique if the cognitive apparatus is so labile, so subordinate to what clogs the receptors? Perhaps the only thing of interest in the TNs of others is how others process information, not the information itself.
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