Random Sips: Another Day at the Office
"La Québécoise" is on the phone. Nicolas Boiron of Domaine Bosquet des Papes is in town, and presently in her car. Do I have time for them to swing on by for a meet and greet and tasting? Hmmm. Really, I don't. I'm up to my neck in boxes to check, running hard just to stay five steps behind. But then, this isn't just any winemaker "ride-along," not even just any Chateauneuf du Pape producer. Bosquet des Papes is, in my humble estimation, the real deal -- traditional, classic, old world, the soul of the southern Rhône. I'll make time.
Funny, wines like that almost always seem to be made by quality humans. Assuming the role of accompanist, playing a supporting dole to vineyard and terroir isn't a role that's well suited to hyperactive egos.. Nicolas is no exception. From handshake (the grip of hands that are well acquainted with real work) to au revoir, he's affable, unaffectedly gracious and modest -- charming as only someone who's comfortable in their own skin and who has no hidden agendas can be. A perfect example of the difference between "winemaker" and vigneron.
The wines are, not surprisingly, pure pleasure. We begin with a lovely treat, the 2005 blanc, essentially sold out, with only a few bottles to be had, but open for tasting juste pour voir. Think Provence on a warm, late Spring day, with notes of apricot, lemon essence, almond blossom honey and that characteristic southern Rhône foundation of stones. It shows the richnes of 6 years of bottle age, but is still crisp and taut, voluptous and agile at once. How many bottles can I have?
The 2009 Chateauneuf du Pape "Tradition" is classic: mostly grenache, with healthy dollops of mourvedre and syrah, seasoned with dashes of vaccarese, counoise and cinsault. It's bursting with red fruits wrapped around a core of brooding, dark stone fruit. An undercurrent of sun-warmed stones harmonizes with garrigues and a whiff of pepper. It's a complete, muscular wine, beautifully marring generosity and structure. While $50 retail certainly isn't a pittance, given the impressive quality of this wine and the going rate for comparable offerings, it's a bargain.
The cuvée "Chante le Merle" is the fruit of 80 to 90 year-old grenache, syrah and mourvèdre vines. It's a heady wine, grounded by brooding stoniness and dark fruit essences that offer enchanting counterpoitn to the raciness of its red fruit confit, lavender and spice notes. Wow.
Finally, "A la Gloire de Mon Grande - Père" is a monumental exhibition of of 100 per cent old vine grenache. Its' a lavish magic carpet, dark cherrry and wild raspberry fruit, with threads of lavender, spice, garrigues, pines and stones woven into a fabric of captivating, poetic depth.
allof which serves to evoke acute pangs for Provence. It never fails to amaze me, this lovley magic that captures, the aromas, flavors and the very soul of a place in a glass container. While the only complete cure for the jones it fuels is to actually go there, tasting wine like Nicolas' is without a double the next best thing to being there. A pretty damned fine interlude to the day's toil, too. It's people and wines like this that make this pretty cool métier. And speaking of work, back to it. Au boulot!