Steve Edmunds
Steve Edmunds
The first time I tasted St. Joseph from Philippe Faury was the '97 vintage, when it first landed in Berkeley, and I felt that if there was a wine that could teach people what the taste of Syrah is, it was that wine. Tonight at a dinner to celebrate my wife's and my 29th anniversary, we ordered a bottle of the 2012, and my impression was quite similar.
It was very well-mannered as it was introduced into the glass. Really savory, and smoky, and mineral, and then, after a few minutes, it seemed to say, "nice to meet you, and now I have to get back to business," and, without being ill-mannered, it went back into it's shell, for its long nap. Those first few minutes suggest to me that this wine, so beautifully proportioned, and chiseled, has many lovely songs to sing, but not until its time, some 7 to 10 years hence, perhaps. Since it was too late to have waited, we drank quite a bit of the bottle, just to be sure we could believe what our senses seemed to tell us, and because it was there, and we could.
It was very well-mannered as it was introduced into the glass. Really savory, and smoky, and mineral, and then, after a few minutes, it seemed to say, "nice to meet you, and now I have to get back to business," and, without being ill-mannered, it went back into it's shell, for its long nap. Those first few minutes suggest to me that this wine, so beautifully proportioned, and chiseled, has many lovely songs to sing, but not until its time, some 7 to 10 years hence, perhaps. Since it was too late to have waited, we drank quite a bit of the bottle, just to be sure we could believe what our senses seemed to tell us, and because it was there, and we could.