Bellivière Rouge-Gorge

[Sharon Bowman]

Today I got an email from a wine shop selling the latest vintage of Eric Nicolas' Rouge-Gorge. All fine up to that point. However, the writeup included the disconcerting phrase that the merchant was "sorry to see that somewhere along the way it became allocated."

I know that a lot of things that used to be a lone sock are now hidden and fought over (and bragged about), so my startlement was passing, but I do wonder where our next unknowns hide, if we're meant to be able to switch with the times.

Anyone have recent discoveries?

 

[BJ]

That has got to be hyperbolous.

 

[MarkS]

There are no unknowns. There are known knowns, unknown knowns, and known unknowns.

 

[Jonathan Loesberg]

He also said there are unknown unknowns.

 

[BJ]

I don't like to admit this, but I understood exactly what he meant when he said this, and I actually liked it. Also appreciated his comment that you go to war with the army you have, not the army you want. Of course, he was Satan, etc. etc.

INTJ's run wild can be a very bad thing.

 

[Oswaldo Costa]

So, last night we gorged on the first of many bottles of 2014 Rouge Gorge, acquired locally for a price that runs counter to the concept of allocation, but shows that transcontinental arbitrage is alive and well.

Was open for bizness, showing classic pineausity (smoke, exotic spice, raspberry/pomegranate, whatever). Very tart, but pleasingly so, medium to light-bodied, light tannins. Became more intriguing with food.

I'd say not particularly delish in its pimple phase, so it went down slowly, running counter to the promises of bliss underlying the concept of allocation, but the missus, for one, was glad that we are under the aegis of its plentitude.

 

[Oswaldo Costa]

originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
So, last night we gorged on the first of many bottles of 2014 Rouge Gorge, acquired locally for a price that runs counter to the concept of allocation, but shows that transcontinental arbitrage is alive and well.

Was open for bizness, showing classic pineausity (smoke, exotic spice, raspberry/pomegranate, whatever). Very tart, but pleasingly so, medium to light-bodied, light tannins. Became more intriguing with food.

I'd say not particularly delish in its pimple phase, so it went down slowly, running counter to the promises of bliss underlying the concept of allocation, but the missus, for one, was glad that we are under the aegis of its plentitude.

Third bottle last night, not Gorgeous, this time marred by v.a.

It's hard to say how much the v.a. has increased in the last two years because the previous two were opened before experiencing the blunt force trauma of the Scandinavian wine esthetic and thus Becoming Experienced. Whereas before I might have called it "bracing acidity," now I will call a club a club. It's gotta be the most underreported defect out there.