In the fall a shepherd fell from the twitter world and landed on me.
I'm not sure why, but he had heard my oh-poor-me, I don't get to drink enough old wine. So, like the tooth fairy, he started to call up from time to time, he was packing a bottle of 1957 Liger-Belair, This was Michael Martin, aka The Wine Shepherd, aka Wine Saint.
He says he totes and shleps because it's better to share old wine than not share. Agreed.
Wine is much better when it debated and discussed, sips are turned into paragraphs and smiles. Tastes are better when witnessed. They last longer. After all if a tree falls and there's no one to hear it...? Then he comes up with a big fat idea. Twelve is enough, twelve people twelve wines. His solution?
'82 Lanson Brut •Magnum
'21 Ch. Rauzan-Gassies
'37 C. Vienot Charmes Chambertin
'49 Seguin-Manuel Beaune "Clos de Mouches"
'57 Jadot Corton Charlemagne
'62 Laville Haut Brion Blanc
'67 Domaine de Chevalier Rouge
'78 Confuron-Cotetidot Vosne Romanee "Les Suchots"
'89 D'Angerville Volnay "Clos de Ducs"
'90 Leroy Meursault "Les Charmes"
'03 Rouget Vosne Romanee "Cros Parantoux"
'53 Ch. Doisy-Daene
From the 20's, one wine from each decade. A trip in the tube of history.
I'm in. Blessed by the Shep.
I call up Five Points on Jones Street and ask to reserve their back room for a dinner party. If we don't do this in my apartment, the back room will be perfect!
Vicky and Marc and Lee and i work out the menu. I say paté. Marc insists on lardo and rillettes. Buratta and ramp. Sheepmilk ravioli and nettles. Minestrone to appease me and roasted lemon chicken, cheese and some sweet thing for dessert he tells me we'll love. I've no doubt.