A pair of youngish Colares

Oswaldo Costa

Oswaldo Costa
Red Colares is one of the most unique wines in the world. It is made mostly from the Ramisco grape, harvested from old ungrafted vines planted on the sandy soils of the Azenhas do Mar, on the seashore not far from Lisbon. In the first half of the twentieth century, red Colares was the most exported Portuguese wine, but changing tastes led to decadence (of the undesirable kind). Only a few producers remain, and a coop, where exemplars from the 1930s can still be found. I was originally turned on to Colares by David Lillie, who used to import them when he was at Garnet (contact was since reestablished, and Colares can be found at CSW).

In 2010, we visited the octogenarian António Bernardino, the dean of remaining producers, to procure some bottles for an upcoming wine dinner of Levi’s that some of you might remember, the one totally devoid of graft. The visit was memorable for the natural beauty of Azenhas and the old-fashioned graciousness with which we were received. This is a wine that I really want to like, making it harder to know whether I really do. It is not for no reason that sandy soils rank low in the soil hierarchy, being appreciated mostly for being unfriendly to the phylloxera bug. Colares is cheap, being so out of fashion, and quite long-lived, so we have always tasted exemplars from the 1980s and early 1990s. It was never clear whether our relative disappointments were due to essence or storage, so two days ago we tried a bottle with nary a decade, hoping to better understand the beast, followed yesterday by the corresponding white.

2006 Antonio Bernardino Paulo da Silva Colares Chitas Reserva Red 12.0%
Austere; black plum, with some fennel. Little in the way of charm. The mouth is curiously contradictory. Although it doesn’t seem over extracted, and the alcohol is low, it conveys a prominent sense of sweetness, almost liquor like. As if the alcohol was low not because the grapes were harvested early, or in the Goldilocks zone, but the fermentation of very ripe grapes was halted to leave some residual sugar. Possibly an attempt to manufacture some charm (if so, SO2 must be high). This is all pure speculation. There is no annoying oak flavor or textural smoothness, since local producers only use very old foudres, but it didn’t give me much pleasure. Marcia usually complains about vegetable flavors in Colares, especially the older ones, which I am not sensitive to. In any case, maybe I should accept that these are wines that I can appreciate, but don’t enjoy.

2010 Antonio Bernardino Paulo da Silva Colares Chitas Reserve White 12.0%
Mostly Arinto, Malvasia and Dona Branca. Very pale yellow. Expressive florals. Before food, decent initial weight, but tastes more sweet than acid, and the sweetness is candied. With food, the body begins to appear dilute, with a short finish. Marcia says, "seems like some kind of water". The exuberant florals begin to get tiresome, and our consumption rate falls to that of an unstressed snail.

It is, therefore, with considerable regret that we must relegate this storied aoc to the status of curio; one which, without strong evidence to the contrary, is not worth our while insisting upon.
 
Try the Viuva Gomes, Monte Cascas, or Arenae Colares before writing off the appellation. I haven't had any young Bernardino, but I do have a couple 1955s lying around.
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Red Colares is one of the most unique wines in the world.

And women are some of the most pregnant humans in the world.

(sorry)

Only some.

And I don't see redundancy in "one of the most unique" if unique is used figuratively; only if one is being literal, which would be very Portuguese.
 
originally posted by Keith Levenberg:
Try the Viuva Gomes, Monte Cascas, or Arenae Colares before writing off the appellation. I haven't had any young Bernardino, but I do have a couple 1955s lying around.

Let us (me) know how those 55s do; they could make good birth year wines.
 
...maybe I should accept that these are wines that I can appreciate, but don’t enjoy.

To be honest, isn't this the case with many wines we drink?? We kid, we cajole, but really, we want to impress more than enjoy.
 
originally posted by Keith Levenberg:
Try the Viuva Gomes, Monte Cascas, or Arenae Colares before writing off the appellation. I haven't had any young Bernardino, but I do have a couple 1955s lying around.

The 2005 Arenae was quite good a year or so ago. My notes: "nice mature nose of cedar, baked garnachey fruit; mellow mature but dry tannins, slight root veggie and sage tone, medium-light body, ok acid; medium long finish, like a blend of mature light bordeaux and some Spanish country wine." It's the only Colares I have tasted for years.
 
I loved the 2005 Viuva Gomes Colares Reserva: gravelly, saline and smoky, beautifully detailed. I tried it because of Keith and as usual that was a good idea. I also applaud the 500ml format's theorem.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Red Colares is one of the most unique wines in the world.

And women are some of the most pregnant humans in the world.

(sorry)

Only some.

And I don't see redundancy in "one of the most unique" if unique is used figuratively; only if one is being literal, which would be very Portuguese.

Sad face.

Playful face. No, sad face. No, playful face.

Unique has a meaning! I know that "even" Olivia would chide you!
 
Indeed the word unique has a specific meaning, so it could only be used figuratively.

Perhaps analogously to "some are more equal than others," without the irony.

The old country is a constant source of literal v. figurative nuggets. The ones that have happened to me include:

Me to hotel concierge: How long does it take to drive from Oporto to Lisbon?
Hotel concierge: Depends how fast you drive.

Me to a museum information desk: Do you have a permanent display of the museum's collection?
Front desk clerk: No, but we have a temporary display of the museum's permanent collection.

Me calling a shop selling artisan textiles: Do you close on Sundays?
Employee: No.
Me: Great, then what time do you open?
Employee: We don't.
Me: But you just said you don't close.
Employee: Exactly, we don't open, consequently we don't close.

This sort of thing goes on all the time here.
 
Sharon's right. Unique means one of a kind. It isn't figurative. You are taking the wrong tack. It does not follow that one one of a kind thing can't be more unique than another one of a kind thing. Every wine is unique and not like any other. But a wine made of a grape that no other wine in the world uses, grown only in the North Pole in an ice cave would be more unique than say, Beaucastel, even though it at least used to be unique among CdPs for high mourvedre content and flash pasteurization even though both wines are, in a certain range, one of a kind.
 
Duh, I know what unique means. Of course the word itself isn't figurative, but can be used figuratively, just as you did in the Beaucastel example.

Red Colares is made from a grape that no other wine in the world uses, is grown only in Azenhas do Mar, and in a sandy cave. Literally speaking, it is as unique as Bordeaux. Figuratively speaking, it is more.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Duh, I know what unique means. Of course the word itself isn't figurative, but can be used figuratively, just as you did in the Beaucastel example.

Red Colares is made from a grape that no other wine in the world uses, is grown only in Azenhas do Mar, and in a sandy cave. Literally speaking, it is as unique as Bordeaux. Figuratively speaking, it is more.

I used it quite literally (though now, with regard to mourvedre content, fictively) in the case of Beaucastel. I'm with Sharon on this. If you meant very unusual, it's a sloppy form of speech, not quite as bad as saying that you meant something literally when you meant it figuratively. If, however, you meant that among a range of unique things this was more out of the ordinary than others in the range, I would see it. Another example--and equally literal. Every poker hand is unique in the sense that that concatenation of cards will be the only one of its kind that occurs in each deal. But two paits of black aces and black eights is more unique in that you would best be sitting with your back to the wall if it's dealt to you.
 
...and the beat goes on.

I rather enjoyed the 'Open on Sunday' bit. Some want the language to mean something, others are happy constructing it.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Me calling a shop selling artisan textiles: Do you close on Sundays?
Employee: No.
Me: Great, then what time do you open?
Employee: We don't.
Me: But you just said you don't close.
Employee: Exactly, we don't open, consequently we don't close.

This sort of thing goes on all the time here.

Hamlet: Whose grave's this, sirrah?
First Clown: Mine, sir.
Hamlet: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
...
Hamlet: What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown: For no man, sir.
Hamlet: What woman, then?
First Clown: For none, neither.
Hamlet: Who is to be buried in't?
First Clown: One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
 
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