So, why the quiet on the blogfront? Sorry. I should have warned you. Am, in France now for three weeks (working on the book) and I had great hopes for high speed, wi-fi ,something quick fierce and connected so I could send updates, but alas, I'm on dial-up. Now in the 16c farmhouse of America’s most beloved wine importer ex-pat, 9 kilometers above Savigny-de-Beaune. She tells me I’ll be snow bound as of tomorrow. Hope not, cause I’ve get to get to Paris on Friday. When I get back you can look forward to hearing of my visits with Larent Ponsot, Aubert de Villaine, Philippe Pacalet and Maison Faiveley’s new young ruler, Erwan Faiveley. Next week I’m in Paris. The week after I’m in the Loire (buddy Ms. Clark meets me and we lunch with Nicolas Joly) and a bunch of mad, crazy wine makers and who knows what.
Have I drunk anything truly great? Ah well, yes, 2004 Romanee Conti in barrel?
Exotic, a touch of patchouli. (In a wine I can take patchouli. On a human being it scares me.) There is no doubting it’s future greatness. Most exciting moment? Standing on top of La Tache as Aubert shows me the DRC lay of the land.
