From the sublime to the ridiculous – back down to earth after Hedonism
This weekend I’ve been helping out my folks, who are moving house after 36 years. Top on my list of tasks was to vet the wine rack in the cellar, whose contents I warrant were rare if not fine. Suffice to say, dad and I became less and less curious about tasting them!
It was quite a contrast with last week’s visit to Hedonism Wines for the launch of The Penfolds Ampoule, about which you can read here. The new Mayfair store’s range of fine and rare wines is eye-poppingly extraordinary, as you’ll see from the photos here). Most of the wine rack’s contents went down the drain (there’ll be some giddy fish in Yorkshire). However, I’ve pulled out a few bottles of 1970s Rieslings purchased from OW Loeb which, fingers crossed, might be hanging in there.
Both long past it, though there was a whisper of fruit, Cabernet even.
I passed on tasting this Bordeaux!
Though I can't say I wanted to drink it, a taste of the minerally Montmain spoke of Chablis
But isn’t there something beautiful about those weathered, battered labels? So much more appealing, more distinguished, more redolent of time than the pristine labels of the Hedonistic collectors?
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Know what you mean, but my first rule would be to enjoy the contents – neither collect nor let go beyond shelf life!!!
The labels are appealing, and the contents would be too had they been better wines more suited to cellaring, like a Chablis from ’83 or the ’70 Bordeaux a Cru Classe.
Cheers…………………..Mahmoud.
I don’t think they were intended to be cellared Mahmoud, just forgotten about!