Ernest Ice Cream could market this; coconut, cherry, vanilla soda. Without the fizz of course. Pops of light, lively flavour tied down with a finish that seems grounded in terroir.
Martin Short’s brilliant song about the spectrum of sexuality on season three of Big Mouth got us thinking about how varied the cru Beaujolais wines are. Seriously. That was the trajectory.
You can almost make them fit into the slew of the song’s androsexuals, polysexuals and demisexuals.
The more cis gendered of the lot are, you know, Morgon, Chenas, those “guys.” They assert themselves with their earthiness and spice. I’m sure there’s Morgon plonk to spare, but in my limited experience I’ve never had a Morgon that didn’t taste like a Morgon. Soooooo predicable.
But St. Amour, what’s that except love in a bottle? Who could celebrate Valentine’s without a glass? It’s undefinable. And Fleurie, is it a teen at prom giving his date a bouquet or (non-heteronormative neosexual) nymphs frolicking in a meadow? It’s a yin and yang of sexual possibility.
Brouilly, which often blends Gamay (should that even be allowed? Do we need to write to the AOC?) is the sort of hybrid bisexual of the lot. A little bit this, a little that. Personally, Brouilly is less “reliable” than some of the other Beaus, if you will; it can stun, it can soothe, it can stumble. Here in BC, you will often land upon the latter.
This bottle (not expensive, easily obtainable) is definitely a stunner. I was a little put off that Gismondi reviewed it (the price will probably go up now) and then mentioned it again as a midweek option (it will probably sell out now) but there you go. Nothing can remain a hidden gem forever. Try it; see if it will transcend your boundaries.
Price: $20 at BC Liquor.
Market Liquidity: It’s on the spectrum baby.