Jonathan Loesberg
Jonathan Loesberg
I was up in Providence for my annual Victorianist conference, where the site coordinator was Mrs. Doghead, herself, Carolyn Betensky and I was staying with Carolyn and Robert. Carolyn and I walked in after the Conference Banquet and Robert proceeded to open a bottle of wine in the kitchen and pour us glasses. I sniffed, swirled and tasted and it seemed interesting and well-aged, but I couldn't guess more. Carolyn asked what it was and Robert said, nonchalantly, a Chateeauneuf du Papes. I paid a little more attention, but still wasn't getting much. Robert put the bottle down on the coffee table and it was a 1985 Rayas. So, in my best label worshipping manner, I decided to give up evaluation and just concentrate and see what I could learn. I don't get that many chances to taste Rayas, after all. Robert said it needed to stretch a little and warm up. Boy, did he turn out to be right. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, as if in a fast speed exposure of a flower opening, it just kept taking on more aromatics and taste. By the second glass, I was hooked. This is definitely a Cdp from before the aught's spikes in alcohol and ripeness and one for which the word elegant would not be a misnomer except the nose became too entrancing for a distancing word like elegant. Best end to a conference I've ever had. Thank you Robert and Carolyn.