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June 30, 2016

La Frenz Vivant, 2013 & La Frenz Ensemble, 2013

La Frenz Vivant

La Frenz Vivant, 2013

So close.  I mean look at the label, what a gorgeous blend, it’s whet-your-wine appetite enticing.  Viognier, a touch of sweetness, Chardonnay, a touch of class, Rousanne, a touch of herbal tea.  It makes you want to buy three bottles, one of each viaretal, take an eye dropper, and experiment in blends.  I had such high expectations.  But, while not a dud, it reaches for the stars and only gets two points from within the three point line.  All the way through we kept thinking about how the flavour tried, but couldn’t.  It touched on moments of interest but never got there.  It was like a roller coaster rolling backwards rather than cresting the hill.  If there was Rousanne, the Rousanne you associate with the Rhone, we were too inept to decipher it.  We did not get the potpourri or spice or complexity we expected; peaches and papaya, yes, although nothing to write much of a review about.

 

Price: $25 from the vineyard.

 

Market Liquidity: Lewis Hamilton on the label, but the wine inside 12th on the grid.

La Frenz Ensemble

La Frenz Ensemble, 2013

A big surprise.  We put the bottle on the table and the next thing you know it was empty.  And we only had the one!  Extremely food friendly, enough acid and citrus Sauvignon style to wash down Asian or fish and chips.  Enough Semillon to have more interest in plain old SB.  Not as austere, striking or noteworthy as some of the noble Hunter Valley Sem/Sauv blends, but really lovely, approachable, and, as I said, easy to drink.  The citrus floral aspects counter a lingering creamy finish which leads to just one more sip. A keeper, by which I mean I should have cellared it.

 

Price: $25 from the vineyard.

 

Market Liquidity: Nico Rosberg quietly slips into first place.

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June 24, 2016

Burrowing Owl Merlot, 2010

Sideways is now a play.  Sideways, the book which became an Alexander Payne movie, which transformed wine tourism, at least in California, is now hitting the West End.  A great article with author Rex Pickett can be found here.

 

My biggest regret about Sideways is that while the volume of Pinot drunk in America skyrocketed, the price of Merlot stayed more or less static.  That, to me, is a con; even gold and silver fluctuate on demand…

Burrowing Owl Merlot, 2010

There has been no reprieve on the price of Merlot at Burrowing Owl.  If you buy it online from the winery, at $30 before shipping, it’s not too hard on the pocketbook.  But locally (and the Merlot is the only BO easily found in private shops), it tops out at $40 once you factor tax.

 

It is good.  Toxically good.  We definitely finished the bottle (over oven baked broccoli, cauliflower and turkey meatballs).  If The Who was BO wine, Roger Daltry would be their Chardonnay, Pete Townshend the Athene, and Keith Moon (RIP) their 2010 Merlot.  I am not kidding: This wine is that manic, it swings the gambit from soft and lush and typical to aspirations of nearly Cab Sauv profundity (which, no, it doesn’t reach).  There are some serious peaks and valleys as you drink it.  If you need qualifiers, OK: violets and hints of chocolate, tannins, unripe tart blackberries mixed with overripe loganberries, it’s a teeter totter).  All of that, and more, in a whirlwind potpourri that is both intoxicating and confusing.

Burrowing Owl Merlot 2010

Price: In a restaurant at $70 I think it’s a joke.  At $40 I give it a pass.  At $30 it’s half a case.

 

Market Liquidity: David Sedaris in culottes.  If you get the reference.

June 23, 2016

Drinking Wine in Istanbul, Vienna, Prague and Madrid

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Just got back from three weeks in Europe.  We drank wine in Turkey, Austria, the Czech Republic and Spain.

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Istanbul: The first big surprise is that the Turks make some half decent wine.  Some half decent white wine, anyway.  The second big surprise is that the cost is insane, OTC or in a restaurant.  Plonk (because, yes, they make some mediocre wine too) starts at nearly $20 CDN a glass!  Most bottles in a restaurant start at around $40 and the palatable ones are around $50.  I wish I could have done like the Turks, and stuck with Raki, but that would be like eating the unripe, sour green plums that are a delicacy there.

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The one surprise was the Kayra Barrel Fermented Sur Lie Chardonnay. We drank a 2012.  We actually drank a number of Kayra wines, but this was the best, refreshing, sharp but not too acidic, nuanced oak, and with lovely notes of violet and green herbs.

vienna

Austria: A bomb.  I had my Wine Spectator list in my pocket at all times.  I was on the special lookout for F X Pichler.  I tasted glass after glass of Gruner Velliner and Riesling, from houses you’d recognize and at farmer’s markets with home-style vintners.  And, overall, it was disappointment after disappointment, start to finish.  Nothing had depth, or vigor, or held our interest longer than nanosecond.  I would write that it wasn’t a total disaster, except that even the sacher torte was dry.  The irony?  Probably the best Austrian wine we drank was the Peter Schweiger Gruner on Cathay Pacific, in North America!

st charles scaffoldingYou probably shouldn’t drink and go up the scaffolding elevator at St. Charles anyway.

spaghetti ice cream

Plus, there is always “spaghetti ice cream” instead of wine.

Wachau Riesling

If there was one decent wine we drank, it was a Riesling from Wachau, which was cool, crisp, with a lovely tart finish.

Ceskykrumlov

Czech Republic: Cesky-Krumlov, UNESCO heritage site.  Where we saw a waiter take the box wine, remove the box, then squeeze and knead the bag to get every last drop into a glass.

absintheYou can drink cocktails, superbly crafted cocktails, until you’re blue in the face.  Even in tiny tot towns they had bars with crushed ice, regular ice, large ice.  Absinthe was just par for the course.

But wine?  The sorry truth: They make local wine, mainly in boxes, that gives box wine a bad name.  I really wish I could be friendlier, “ribbon for participation Moravia” but there are more duds than not.  However, for whatever weird reason, restaurants around the country carry an amazing array of Italian wine: When was the last time you saw a “choice” of Basilicata at a BC Liquor store?  And the Czechs sell this wine at very reasonable prices.  We had wines from Puglia, Piedmont, Sardegna, Sicily, Veneto, Umbria, hugely accomplished reds, and rarely paid more than $22 CDN (in a restaurant!).

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Some highlights.  This six year old superb Primitivo was less than $20 in a restaurant.  Add Puglia to the bucket list.

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And I sourced this wine in Canada, not in BC, at $14.  It was a tad thin but eminently drinkable, especially, (need I keep emphasizing this? In A Restaurant) at, wait for it, $14 CDN, the same price you pay in a liquor store in SK.  It makes eating out in BC a woeful misery, so many $$$ for mediocrity.

wenceslasKing Wenceslas’ crown.  Yes, that King Wenceslas.

barbera

The weird thing is that when we actually spent a few bucks on wine, say more than $25 (in a restaurant) it was good, but not substantially better than the “OK” wines so modestly priced.  This Barbera was on the young side but there was a jammy complexity that was extremely appealing.

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Amuse bouche at the one Michelin star Field in Prague.  Foie gras macaron and decadent cheese balls.

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The alarmingly beautiful Spanish Synagogue in Prague’s old Jewish quarter.

madrid cathedral

Spain: We were only in Madrid.  To say we were in Spain is like saying a trip to NYC is a trip to the US.  But ohmigosh was the wine incredible.  Corner store with vintage Rioja at $10 a bottle.  Whack-a-mole brilliance on restaurant wine lists under $30.  Just for fun one night I bought the Pruno.  You can get it easily at BC Liquor for $28.  We paid less than $25.  It was one phenomenal glass of red after another.  One other sensational thing about Spain is how easy it is to find a wide variety of wonderful white Rioja; that’s a bit of a task back home.  And they bottle some magic.

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The very creepy surreal arrival carrels at MAD airport.

priorat

We drank a lot of great red wine and some OK white wine, but too numerous start to finish for the blog.  One evening we had an interesting Priorat.  It wasn’t the best red we drank in Spain but (for me) the most interesting, particularly its smoky, woodsy, campfire impression on the palate.

bosco

That was at a lovely hard to find restaurant, Bosco de Lobos, in the courtyard garden of the architectural school.

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Maybe the wine tasted so good because the ham tasted so good?

lounge

We flew home on points, so stopped off at the lounge for a snack.  Iberia had not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, but seven types of sherry in the Velazquez lounge at MAD.  Plus, get this, a wine counter with a wide array of Spanish whites and reds.

night flight

I’m not big on flying, but a little Deutz champagne at 39,000 feet helps.