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2012 Hunter Valley Heritage Award recipient ….

Rhiannon Stevens explores the significance of the Pokolbin Dry Red labels to the heritage of the Hunter Valley…

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Each year, prominent figures and landmarks of historical importance within the Hunter Valley wine industry are honoured at the Hunter Valley Legends and Wine Industry Awards. The Heritage Award recognises longstanding distinction and significant contribution to the Hunter Valley Wine Industry and is selected by the Living Legends. Following the commemoration of the Maurice O’Shea Labels in 2011, the 2012 Heritage Award pays tribute to Tulloch’s Pokolbin Dry Red labels.

The Tulloch family’s incredible entry to the wine industry was realised by accident in 1895 with John Younie Tulloch – a successful business man with interests in grazing, farming and the Branxton General Store. After reconciling a debt with J. Hungerford, John Younie received fourty-three acres at Pokolbin, some of which was under vine. With fervour, he rehabilitated the unattended Shiraz plantings at ‘Glen Elgin’ and managed to produce his first vintage within a year. John Younie’s preeminent enthusiasm and vigour assisted Tulloch’s in becoming the largest producers in the Hunter Valley by the 1920’s, and pioneers of the Hunter Valley wine industry.

Second generation Tulloch, Hector John first released the iconic Pokolbin Dry Red and Pokolbin Dry Red Private Bin labels for Shiraz in 1952. The decision followed decades of selling their wines mainly in bulk to other prominent wine companies of the time – Hardys, Mildara, Penfolds, Lindemans, and even Maurice O’Shea. Changing Australian palates and consumer perceptions of table wines drove Hector Tulloch to establish his own label. The Pokolbin Dry Red labels depict two grape pickers carting a bunch of grapes, and are still used today and represent the status forged by the Tulloch brand. “The motif is representative of the scouts returning from the promised land bearing between them, a bunch of grapes, as referred to in the bible” says Jay Tulloch. “To the family, it symbolises our heritage and commitment to Hunter Valley wines”.
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Among their now extensive range of varietals, Tulloch have a proud tradition of producing medium bodied reds sporting the conservative finesse, complexity and charm that is renowned in the Hunter Valley’s regional terroir. The Pokolbin Dry Red Private Bin style is individually refined whilst substantively true of the Hunter region. The famed 1954 Vintage Pokolbin Dry Red Private Bin won first prizes for both Claret and Burgundy but also Best Red Wine of the Royal Sydney Show in 1956. The late Len Evans recalled in 2006, “At the end of the 60’s, Grange was the same price as Tulloch’s Private Bin” setting the benchmark for prestigious Australian wine.

Today the labels persist as a reminder of the esteem generated by early Pokolbin Dry Red wines of the 1950’s and 60’s, which assisted to raise the profile of the Hunter Valley. The success of the labels can be attributed to both the consistent quality of the wines, as well as the commercial availability in the marketplace. Successful early distribution in the 1950’s and 1960’s placed the Pokolbin Dry Red on every major Sydney wine list and on the lips of the consumer.

There is market appeal for traditional labels as we seek consistency in quality and the familiar. Sometimes we are attracted to the hype of an iconic brand or to relive nostalgia through a wine. The subjectivity of wine evokes emotional connections – it could be in the flavour, the aroma, the narrative, what we ate, who we shared it with or even the label. The acknowledgment of the Pokolbin Dry Red labels through the Heritage Award highlights the value of printed works to both place making and personal interpretation of our wine experiences.

Sandstone cairns are erected to mark Heritage Award recipients, as sponsored by Fay and Brian McGuigan. The Cairn unveiling will take place in 2013. Brian McGuigan states “the Cairn project is designed to recognise the people, places or objects that have nurtured and be crucial to the development and stature of the district”.

Today, the Tulloch tradition lives on under the auspices of third generation, Jay (J.Y), who confirms “the old Pokolbin Dry Red labels were a big part of bringing the Tulloch name to fame.” The fourth generation are preserving the Tulloch legacy through Christina and Jock who manage operations in the company. The Pokolbin Dry Red Labels have contributed to the ongoing success of the Tulloch company and are an unrelenting icon of the Hunter Valley.

Cheers -
Have a wonderful and safe holiday period
Rhiannon

This article was published in Breathe Magazine Summer 2012/3, Breathe Magazine – Issue 35, Summer 2012/3.

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Why don’t you rate wines?
I have been asked several times why when I’m reviewing or writing about wines, why I don’t offer them a score or a numerical rating. Aside from not being a really efficient numbers person – maths has never been my strong suit – I don’t score wines because I want to make wine accessible, relatable and easier to appreciate.

For me, wine is subjective. Every wine is different, and so is every person and their preferences and tastes. Our collective experiences in life are also different, this means that in the grand evolution of our wine tasting palates, some people are old and wise whilst others are naive and frivolous – irrespective of our physical age.

Some of us never change… Our hair, our clothes… our wine. This is why there is a still strong market for sweet fizz and why they still make Moselle. It also explains why some people still get a perm and kept their denim jackets in case they come back in fashion! (heads up they are everywhere in the USA so they might be back next season!)

Fashion and fads
Everybody and I mean everybody must be drinking Sauvignon Blanc right now. It is so in fashion right now. The Sauvignon Blanc aisle at Liquorland is strangely the centre of the bottleshop universe. But why? With all their wines, the range is still limited and there are only select few I would consider purchasing. I asked Hunter Valley legend Karl Stockhausen about his opinion on fads and trendy wines for my last article. He said generally consumers flock to obvious characters in wines. What I find annoying (cloying green passionfruit) in Sauvignon Blanc, the normal everyday consumer recognises as delightfully obvious. The same went for over oaked Chardonnay. Over done, and overly obvious.

Karl also told me a story about a more recent line up of winemakers and Sauvignon Blancs for a wine magazine. After tasting all of these wines, though technically well made, none of the experienced palates of these winemakers actually personally liked any of the Sauvignon Blancs. Makes you think doesn’t it?
Biggest selling variety right now and the people making it don’t even like to drink it? It reaffirms everyone’s different and this way you and I never have to share!

Old faithful
I like to go home and drink Chardonnay but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the technical skill to evaluate and appreciate how well made or technically correct a Cabernet Franc, or Chenin Blanc is. It just means that when I’m at home in the privacy of my living room, the first thing that takes my fancy is a good old Chardonnay!

On our recent trip to the USA all we really drank was Chardonnay! Flicking through our photo album has been like, “this is us in San Francisco (drinking Chardonnay), oh and here we are in Vegas (that was a lovely Chardonnay)…check out the wonderful Chardonnay we bought in New York!”

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I find Chardonnay to be complimentary to whatever choose to burn for dinner, and it’s a great match with tacky reality television. The irony is I have always preached the importance and value of wine matching to food in the formal arena, but even I take the low fuss road and enjoy what is in the fridge. Everything goes with Chardonnay!

My Chardonnay doesn’t judge me or my remote control in my Pajamas, and I don’t score or rate how perfect or imperfect my Chardonnay is. We have a great thing going on.

Surely a wine covered in golds is the best….
When you see a wine rated a certain number of points or boasting various stickers of golds or medals, there are certain things that that wine had to be scored upon that appeal to a wine judge. First, usually the wine is submitted to the writer or the wine show. Mostly, wine shows charge the winery to submit per wine, per category of style they wish to enter. It can be a costly process. They give the wine a number, and rate colour, clarity, aroma, palate, length of palate, acid balance, fruit, varietal definition and style against benchmarks and wine faults.

The score is added up and all scores are assessed and scaled against gold silver and bronze. The scores will determine how many medals are given in that category. They could all be bronze. Or none could rank high enough for a medal at all. If there are multiple golds, points determine a top gold and if the wine is deemed spectacular enough, a trophy is awarded. Really, it’s the trophies you want. Most wineries have a filing cabinet full of bronzes and silvers and this is why it’s not overly exciting to see the shiny sticker on the bottle. And trust me, it’s not exciting to have to be the person who sticks those on straight on every bottle. I did that on a labeling line through high school!

Just because James Halliday or the Royal Hobart Wine Show says its a gold, 5 star or a 95 point wine doesn’t mean you’ll even like it. It comes back to personal preferences and palate experience. I know a wine, a Hunter Semillon, that kept winning the trophy at various shows. Technically brilliant, faultlessly interesting. Great acidity, hints of minerality, good length of palate, flawlessly developing honeyed characters and mellowing off as bottle age took hold. The general consumer would taste it and say “very tart” and pull a face. They weren’t talking about me! Their palates were simply not ready for it, nor should they have to wait for the right food (delicious with the right food). The average joe would have rated this multiple trophy winner 1/5.

Back to me
So if I rated or scored a wine, should it be because I liked it personally, or should it be because it was faultlessly made or technically correct, or both? Neither. Just because the experts say its good doesn’t mean you’ll like it. And just because you like it doesn’t mean it’s a well made wine. But who really cares as long as you like it (and it’s Australian grown and made! No more NZ rubbish!)

You can’t even take my professional opinion seriously anymore because you know I went half way across the world and had my Chardonnay Tour, then came home and had some more! I suggest everyone read up on wine, sample as many different wines and styles and regions as possible until you find something you love. And I promise I do venture away to other styles and varieties occasionally!

The moral of this story is a “good glass of wine” doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing as a “glass of good wine”. But ultimately, I enjoy both and so should you!

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The Ben Ean Still2011 Heritage Award winner ….

Hunter Valley Living Legend Karl Stockhausen shares the history & stories of this wonderful Hunter Valley icon with Rhiannon Stevens.

Each year in the Hunter Valley, we celebrate and acknowledge excellence with our Wine Industry Awards and induction of our Hunter Valley Legends. In 2011, the Hunter Valley Heritage Award was presented to the Ben Ean Winery Old Still House.

Despite being formally recognised as having integral historical importance to our region, little is known as to the origins of the Still at Lindemans Ben Ean. It is believed the Still was already in place when the Ben Ean property on McDonalds Road Pokolbin was purchased from John McDonald by Dr Henry Lindeman in 1912. Who better to ask about this icon than the amazing Hunter Valley Legend – Karl Stockhausen?

So what is a Still?
A still is a permanent apparatus used to heat and then cool liquids to condense and capture vapours. The Ben Ean Still is a simple Pot Still, with a single chamber heated by a steam boiler piped from the Ben Ean Winery.

The purpose of the Ben Ean Still was to collect alcohol and produce Brandy. Pot Stills only give one condensation due to having one pot. The first distillation results in low concentrations and the process is repeated to get higher concentrations. When Karl had used the still in the early 1960′s the first distillation would succeed, however secondary distillations would frustratingly lose alcohol in the process. As the Still is made of copper, the natural properties of Copper remove sulfur from the alcohol. In doing so, the metal eventually corrodes. The carry-over to the condenser column metals were so eroded that alcohol escaped. A Customs Officer informed Karl that they may have to pay duty on the alcohol losses and Lindemans Head Office quickly replaced them with new ones! The Pot itself and the Condenser are of the original Still.

When Karl Stockhausen first arrived at Ben Ean in 1955 there were large stores of Brandy from the Still. Karl recalls being appointed Winemaker and Manager of Lindemans in 1959, and using the Still to recover losses from left over grapes after pressing, through distillation. The labour intensive process was fraught with losses and by the early 1960′s, Karl had convinced his directors to retire the Still. By 1964 the Still was no longer in use and Karl could invest his passions into making Hunter River Riesling (Semillon).

Karl is cautious to assume the Brandy from the Still was used to fortify wines such as Port or Muscat styles. This is because it would have been difficult to produce high concentrations of alcohol (Ethanol) used in Fortified Wines. In order for this, the Still would have required a rectifying column which separates the different alcohols respective of their different boiling points. This means that the Still at Ben Ean was likely there to satisfy a personal preference for Brandy consumption.

Is it a taste for Brandy which has paved the way for Australian wine?
Until the 1960′s the majority of Australian wine on the market was fortified in the style of Port or Sherry. Perhaps it was the shortage of beer and spirits during the second world war which encouraged the consumption of fortified and table wines. Alternatively the appeal of a sweet, rich wine with brandied complexities to an early wine drinker may have begun the evolution of Australian palates. A preference to Brandy may have lead to a taste for fortified wines, which evolved into curiosity for table wines.

A growth in Australian wine sales from 1960 owes to greater popularity in styles such as the semi-sweet Ben Ean Moselle, enjoyed characteristically of the era with an Alpine Lite! Karl Stockhausen blushes as he tells this iconic wine of the 60′s wine boom was first made at Ben Ean in 1956, but was not yet what the market wanted. Later, the market became enamoured by the fruit friendly forwardness of the Ben Ean Moselle. Many a wine drinker owe their interest and evolution of their own palates to the entry-level Ben Ean Moselle, which became the biggest selling white wine for over a decade.

In the late 1960′s dry red wine sales were greater than whites. Karl recalls 1965 Vintage as peculiarly dry and hot whilst still producing an unusually large crop. This meant all open fermenters were full, leaving none to take the quickly ripening fruit. They managed to leave off harvesting the Shiraz it until well into March. When they finally harvested, the sugar content in the fruit was exponentially high, leading to high alcohol percentages and worried Winemakers. At the end of Vintage, Karl explains the Lindemans directors came to the Hunter Valley to taste the wines. “They were the best range of Hunter Reds they had ever seen”. Top shelf styles, Karl describes as “fabulous wines” all still revered today. Karl proudly tells me that recently a bottle from 1965 broke the record, selling for almost $2000.

Other influential styles that Karl Stockhausen has been involved with include the iconic Hunter River Riesling, which was an alias for one of the three Semillon styles he produced at Lindemans. The next trend, for shoulder pads and oaked Chardonnay emerged in the 80′s.

But what is it about these wine styles that give them decade long demand? Karl’s theory rests on The Obvious. Literally. Karl explains, “It was not the flavour of Chardonnay but the obvious oak that made it popular. Sauvignon Blanc, although opposing in style also carries obviousness of character.” Karl explains that wine drinkers are searching for characters they can recognise in their wines. For fortified wines it was the Brandy base, Moselle was sweet supple fruit, Chardonnay was buttery vanillin oak. For Sauvignon Blanc it’s about gooseberries, crispness and green notes. But it’s more than often too hot to grow this variety in the Hunter Valley. McGuigan Wines have now announced their market friendly home grown competitor, affectionately named The Semillon Blanc, using our Hunter Valley reliable and faithful staple, Semillon. Karl describes this wine as a “modern late picked version of Semillon, with full varietal flavour up front, something that lends well to current palates”.

So what for the future, as we all become more familiar with the wine world and more informed about personal preferences of style. What wines will be fashionable? I am a product of the 1980′s and can’t go past a good Chardonnay, but I’ve always said drink what you like. (That way no one has to share!)

Take the opportunity to go back to our roots and enjoy the Hunter Valley’s heritage Ben Ean Still for a wine tasting at Lindemans.

Cheers!

This article was published in Breathe Magazine Summer 2011-12, Breathe Magazine – Issue 31, Summer 2011.

So from here I say bon voyage, as we Jetset across the world for an amazing trip of a lifetime!

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Growing up, my mum worked weekends in cellar door and so I spent a lot of time with my grandparents who were viticulturists. My family came to NSW from South Australia in order to plant the former Saxonvale vineyard, at Broke. (This was eventually purchased and sold to the mining industry by Michael Hope, the concert entrepreneur of the Hunter Valley.) My grandparents had a hand in planting and/or managing several other estates in the Hunter Valley including Hollydene, Petersons, Briar Ridge, Terrace Vale. My family also established the first vineyards in Port Stephens.

Some of my best memories of the Hunter Valley were collected during my childhood wandering around vineyards – especially Summer time. We would set up a steel grape bin (a large bath shaped bin), fill it with bore water and we had a makeshift pool for the remainder of the day! A lot cleaner than the eel filled dams!

 

PHOTO: Me and My Pa. Palmers Lane, Pokolbin.

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Vintage is the lively time of year when the grapes are harvested, usually between Summer and Autumn. Vintage is the sum of a year’s hard work, with all invested in good weather, exciting quality fruit and a bit of luck. Award winning wines begin with a skilful vigneron.

In order to determine the optimal time to harvest the fruit, the vigneron tests for the right balance of acidity to sugar. Grapes are measured for pH, Total Acidity and Baumé (the concentration of sugar in juice, “pronounced Bow-May”). Harvest too early and the wine will be acidic. The longer the fruit can stay on the vine, the more the natural sugars can develop. It all depends on the style of finished wine the winemaker would like. The right time to harvest might be selected by prevailing weather conditions. These can dramatically change the sugar and acid balance. For example, rain will plump berries, dilute flavour and cause other faults such as mould, mildew and split skins. Due to this, if wet weather is forecast, the Vigneron may choose to harvest sooner rather than later than risk losing their crop.

The fruit can be harvested either by hand or mechanical harvester. Hand picking usually occurs early in the morning, in order to avoid the intense heat of midday sun. Hand picking is fairly gentle on the vines, everyone gets a set of snips and a bucket and you go along the rows, one person either side of the row, until your bucket is full. Some of my favourite memories of growing up in the Hunter was marching down the rows with my bucket. A “bucket boy” (a prized position) quickly exchanges your full bucket for an empty one and tosses the fruit into the “grape bin”, which is being carted by a tractor. An even more prized position is to be driving that tractor slowly through the rows, in an air-conditioned cab. A small amount of Sulphur might be added to the bin of grapes in order to prevent spoilage. The grape bins are loaded onto a truck or towed directly to the winery to be weighed (usually to determine the amount the vigneron will be paid for the fruit). Although not always in money, as I recall my grandparents have been paid in wine and with a car during their time.

When hand harvesting, it can be difficult to get in close to the row and wrestle with the vine canes to get at the plump juicy fruit. In summer, there is also dense leaf foliage, which can be difficult to see the other side. If you’re not careful, you might snip the other person’s fingers! And every variety has different shaped bunches and berries. Pinot Noir would have to be my least favourite to hand-pick as it produces tight and small sporadic bunches! Pinot Noir is a pain in the arse!

In the Hunter Valley, the soils are clay based. After it rains, clay can be very muddy, and slippery. Gum Boot style. If it rains, a garbage bag with a head and arms cut out makes a great raincoat! Hand-picking reminds me of mud, blood, bugs, sweat and tears. These aromas mingle with those of sticky overripe fruit. All saturate the air, emphasised by with the heat of Summer and the sky fills with greedy, invasive vinegar flies. But, grape-picking in the Hunter Valley is a fun, social experience shared by those who were game enough to wage against the heat, and wrestle with the vines drenched in perspiration and juice. Sometimes, it’s simply just the determination to beat the weather to the perfect quality fruit.

At the end of vintage, we would hold a barbecue and closing ceremony. We would hand out funny certificates and novelty prizes to our pickers, such as the “Golden Bucket”. We wouldn’t see these people again until next Vintage.

Hand picking is expensive nowadays. In the early days we could grab a few people from town who wanted a bit of extra pocket money or some exercise and they could be paid a few dollars an hour. Then the government wanted to give everyone a fair go, and be paid properly according to an award. The award was likely 2 or 3 times that of what they were previously getting paid, but amazingly no-one wanted to go grape picking when they had to put their name down on a government form. For a while, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck turned up for work according to their forms, but it slowly declined.

The alternative is a mechanical harvester. It requires an initial outlay for the machine, ongoing maintenance and one person to drive it. Mechanical harvesting runs through the rows and shakes the berries off the vines. It is often done at night after a full day of ripening to optimise the sugars. It can be done quickly if it looks like rain. Not every vineyard has a mechanical harvester. It is expensive to own and many vineyards contract this out to those who do have one. They can also be rough on old vines. Those operating the harvester don’t get much sleep. During Vintage, they may be called out all over the valley in order to harvest the fruit. One vineyard after another.

Vintage is the only time of year the industry gets a chance to secure their next year’s income, so it is vital their crops are harvested at the right time. Basically in the wine industry if you lose your crop – you don’t get paid.

Once harvested by hand or mechanical harvester, the grapes are taken to the winery where they are crushed and de-stemmed. The resulting juice called “must” which may contain juice, skins and seeds is now ready for fermentation.

I believe during Vintage, there is more beer consumed than any other time… So I leave you with a parting question. I wonder how many beers it takes to produce a bottle of wine?

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Waikerie. 177km north east of Adelaide. A small country town nestled along the Murray River. Quintessentially agricultural, with extensive citrus groves and vineyards. Approximately 5000 people.

Right now there are two things in my life that come from Waikerie. Both are beautiful, close to my heart, good value and fun to have around.

The first: my mum

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Kathryn, my mum was born in Waikerie, and is absolutely priceless.

The second: 2010 Oxford Landing Estate Chardonnay

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The OLE Chardy (we’re on a first name basis) is $8.99 a bottle direct from estate, $8.99 select bottle shops and $45 for six at my local IGA bottleshop (with a free apron).

Now, to be honest this is not to say my mum is cheap. In no way is she cheap. Economical, thrifty, even trashy – but not at all cheap (love you mum!)

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Nor are we cheap drinkers. We are wine industry raised. This generally means you acquire a cellar palate, and become adverse to crap wine. I was 23 before I ever tried Mateus, and I only did so I could say I’ve tried it! I’ve never participated in a game known as Goon of Fortune. I once pretended I was a non drinker to get out of drinking fruity lexia. Both sacrilege.

However, since leaving the wine industry as an occupation, I occasionally like to sample some of the offerings at the local bottle shop. I like to see how the Real people live. I avoid the boxed wine, and the dreaded Sauvignon Blanc aisle and look for Australian producers and different offerings. I take my mixed selections home and have a look, some are not great. Some are not even good. Most customers wouldn’t know or care.

For example, cleanskin, to me – can be a dirty word. Cleanskins are a favourite amongst the Real world. However I know It can mean wine fault, instability, variance, premature aging, haze, maderisation (heat stroke for wine). However, with most cleanskins it is simply because labels are expensive, bin end, ran out of labels, not up to scratch to normal brand, or went broke.

One day, whilst at the bottleshop – I found, if only by accident, the Oxford Landing Estate Chardonnay.
This was fate. At $8.99 a bottle I was a little scared I had become one of the Real people. I was enjoying this wine. I was enjoying this wine a little too much and a little too often. But not over indulging – more like it had become my new favourite. At convenience and price, was I taking advantage? And I was a little embarrassed. I had racked up 3 free aprons, and I thought I had lost my wine knack. Had my flair gone? I was liking this cheap, readily accessible wine.

Then one day, a tweet revealed the truth to me.

@winsordobbin OLE Chardonnay is sensational value

Hurrah! I wasn’t going crazy. My palate remained in tact. Another wine writer (this one paid) openly shared my love for this drop.

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I had in fact found a bargain wine, of which I had no reason to be ashamed to say I liked. With reassurance, It is time to share Oxford Landings Estate Chardonnay with the world. Grab a bargain, for $8.99 it is in fact excellent value. Compared to wines of this price range and even above this price range, I am happy to say it is a safe bet: easy drinking, highly palatable and I can even say it is lovely, sound wine.

A little fruit driven, and a little oak, rounded palate and good mouth feel.
I mean it’s not an 80′s Tina Turner (big hair big shoulder pads) chardonnay. It’s not even a Jane Turner “Kath Day-Knight”: tizzy, small shoulder pads, tropical parrot earrings- styled “Cardonnay”.

This wine is contemporary, balanced, and easy drinking. It’s food friendly, gentle on the palate and is the type of Australian wine that will turn-around Chardonnay sales. The mouth feel is clean, a soft texture with subtle oak, good fruit and pleasant finish. Fresh acidity, and simple Chardonnay character – stone fruit, melon. This Chardonnay is not shy, but it’s still not going to pressure you ABC’s (Anything But Chardonnay) into anything you aren’t ready for.

So next time you want to try something different, something at a great price-point and don’t want to be disappointed – consider my cheap and not-nasty recommendation. (And I’m not talking about my mother!)

Cheers!

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The subject of wine has allure, fable and mystery interwoven within its being. The practice of buying wine should also be a romantic experience, right?

Imagine this:

Driving slowly through the entrance, you’ve been looking forward to this all day. You steer the car into the next available park. It’s busier than you expected, nevertheless you stretch out wide and inhale that fresh air. You’re in no hurry and take in the views and scenery and a tractor whizzes past. There are other people making their way back to their cars with bottles and cartons, chattering happily. Ahhh! This is the life! You saunter leisurely over to enter the sales room, and you stop to read the sign above your head:

DAN MURPHY’S.  What?!

Sorry, did I forget to mention that tractor was towing supermarket trolleys?

We’ve all done it – made the not-so-romantic trip to our local bottleshop. But when did we choose convenience over romance?

A bottle shop offers a diversity of varietals, styles, regions, labels. However, there are more and more overseas wines competing with our home-grown beauties on a bottleshop shelf. Why are we buying New Zealand wines, but preaching about buying Australian oranges? And talk about killing the romance. If my hubby brought home a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, I’d have to say “Not tonight honey. I’ve got a headache.”

A cellar door is never going to offer you 4c off your fuel, or ask for Fly Buys. But when you open that majestic Hunter Valley Shiraz, you’ll recall that story the sales person at the Cellar Door told you. You’ll boast to your friends about how the block was originally drafted as a Graveyard, how the 2007 Vintage was particularly good for the Hunter Valley. And that’s if you even want to share these quality wines with your friends!

Like many people, I have two wine racks. The farcical yet innocent frontline display of “quaffers” that can be viewed by visitors; and the hidden delights of the never-never wine rack that select few will ever patronise. The two collections tend to also be divided in their contents – the public viewing contains mostly bottleshop purchases and the secret vault hides most of my special occasion/’touch and you die’ wines. The rationale? Sometimes you loved a wine so much you just want to keep it all to yourself – a monogamous relationship. Having to pour another glass for a guzzling mate would just be sacrilege.

And that’s just it. Cellar Door wines tend to have that special quintessential romance that is just lacking in a bottle shop purchase. They are not just fermented grapes in a glass vestibule. Cellar door wines have the essence of terroir (place), handcrafted components lovingly melded into a distinctive product. A bottleshop purchase  is just Everyday Rewards points and a standard wine that you’ll consume and forget within 24 hours. At a Hunter Cellar Door your wine will be love at first… taste. Cellar Door Only wines are often smaller production, higher quality and in more interesting styles than monosyllabic and barcoded supermarket wines. This is where winemakers bring their love to the table, their expressions of taste or specialty. The cellar door is where winemakers spruce their talents and at the same moment, share their passion, stories and infatuation with you.

It is this cultural capital that you collect as you venture from Jan at Gartelmann to Kathryn at Wandin Valley and back to see Sharon at Leaves & Fishes for a fabulous lunch. In a day you could learn that your favourite variety is Viognier, especially with French oak, and that you’re not a fan of wild yeast wines but are in love with a good Charmat Chambourcin.

And even better? You’ll have learnt the lingo, pronounced everything perfectly and understood what it all meant.  Brad at IGA Liquor has never been this insightful. Not only will you have a wonderful time, you’ll be more popular at the water cooler on Monday morning, crooning about lovely Hunter wines and the even more fascinating Hunter gossip.

So if you need an excuse for your next weekend to the Hunter Valley just remember that it’s all in the Romance. It’s not about the sentimentality of a naughty weekend in the Hunter Valley, nor is it the beautiful and relaxing scenery or the marvellous dining opportunities (those are just the bonuses)! It’s in the nostalgia of a great cellar door experience. Besides, a great bottle of Hunter Valley Chardonnay is better than a postcard for those pokey neighbours you are always trying to out-do.

(And if you can’t make the trip – search out Hunter produced wines at your local and go to the festivals – it will keep you going until romance can flourish once again!)

This article was published in Breathe magazine – Autumn 2011 ” Hunter Valley Food and Wine Month Editon”.

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I know… Its about time I told you about my fabulous day trip to the Good Food and Wine Show this year. The best year yet – because I nolonger “work” in the wine industry in the traditional sense – and I got to participate as a patron.

And participating as a patron has taught me that the organisers have neglected to think of one think that serious wine drinkers /tasters need: Spittoons. Now guys if you only learn one thing from my blog, let it be this:

Spitting wine out is polite. Of course, we don’t do this at home, but Wine tasting etiquette in a sales room demands you to start spitting. Why? Because you start getting inebriated. If you are getting tiddly and trying 20 wines, you won’t be able to remember your day and the sales person will not be interested in you seriously. You will not get to try the good stuff. Why else? A Cellar Door is in no way friday afternoon free drinks. I am pro-charging for wine tastings. Boo Hoo. What is $5 to try a $100 bottle of wine?

Too embarassed? Personally I am more judgemental of a non-spitter than someone who has tried and managed to get a trophy of red wine spilled down their front. It doesnt have to be classy. Just lean over and spit it in. Or if a small bucket, pick it up by the rim if you have to and discreetly spit. A good cellar door will keep emptying it to save you the protein splash backs. [Shudders]

To appear serious to another wineo you should complete in ORDER:

  1. Look at the glass. Colour of wine can tell you alot more than you know. Colour comes from age, the skins, oak… The “legs” or the clear running film of wine thats slow to fall will tell you about the level of alcohol in the wine.
  2. Swill the wine. If you can’t manage to keep the contents inside your glass put the base on a flat surface and swill in circular motions keeping the base flat. You’ll look like a pro. Swilling opens up wine to air, oxygenation releases flavour as air excites the molecules in the wine. Its like wine porn.
  3. Stick your nose in. One thing that irked me is when customers bypassed the nose. If our taste is through our nose, then 80% of the enjoyment in a great wine for me is in the nose. I can spend more time wanking on about the features of the wine’s “bouquet” more than I can it’s flavour at times. The other thing is, I literally mean “stick your nose in”. Aim to get as close to the wine without touching it with your nose. To be honest and to scare you, I isolate my right nostril and only take it in with one. (I am a righty, but I can also swing to the left). I think this clarifies my sense of smell… but to be honest I have no idea if its of better benefit to anyone else but me.
  4. Sip. The worst part about non-wineos is when they gulp it like beer. Wine is all about mouth feel, so don’t rush it. Sip, keeping it on the front of your palate and then pull the wine through your mouth. Sucking air through the wine as it allows the layers show show different flavours. Its not a gargle but a subtle “inhale” by almost whilstling backwards.
  5. Spit. Don’t need to do it at home. Hell the best of us smash heads are wineos. But seriously, if you are at a winery, you look like a fool if you don’t. It has nothing to do with being a driver or having a good time. It is actually rude to swallow everything.
  6. Lastly, if you liked something. Buy it. If you tried everything but didnt like anything, buy something*. Its like trying on every dress in the shop and looking great in everything, flashing your credit card and not buying anything.

*The above section was changed to reflect my intended meaning not the one that came out when I rushed to the {submit} button.

At the Good Food and Wine Show, the only spittons around were the small overflowing buckets. Its disappointing that they want to be taken seriously as Australias Biggest Food and Wine Show and only offer a tiny little bucket that quickly overflows. To be honest, I was spitting in silo rubbish bins. Attractive thought…

So….  the last question of the night is – do you spit or swallow? ;)

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So I went to Sydney Good Food and Wine Show – tasted many wines (yet to come on here) and came home with a shopping spree of goodies from Paddies Markets, some food showbags and the worst flu virus of all time. Seriously, “I don’t get sick” and I was Fully Sick. Down with the Sickness. So Sick. SICK SICK SICK. (In the styles of Disturbed, NE-YO and Queens of the Stone Age – with better hair).

I couldn’t taste, smell, talk, see, function. I had to go to the doctors. I don’t GO to the doctors. What is the doctors? In summary, it was the flu that felt like death. And thus, my blog had to be temporary abandoned. For this, I apologise.

Currently, I still wheeze and kind of head into losing my voice. But my nose is currently unblocked and I can TASTE. I’ll be absolutely honest and say after 7 days of being sick, I was missing my frequent intake of wine and tried to substitute this with Cointreau. Devastating.

Okay, my point… tonight my very sick mother surprised me. She bought me a present. A $2.99 bottle of Chardonnay. No Thats not a Typo. $2.99 – On Fridays apparently. Saturdays -Thursdays its still only $5.99.

I’m no wine snob. But I do have bottles in my measly collection that retail over $120 per bottle. I have purchased wines that are more expensive than most of my shoes. And OH do I LIKE Shoes. But hey – I will try anything. Some things are palateable. Mostly the barely “palatable” wines leave you with a not so palatable hangover. (Yes I am saying the quality of wine will affect your hangover.)

$2.99 is within my price range. I’m a risk taker. I’ve felt sick all week, and my palate is not yet ready to graduate so what better to right about first off the cusp?

So… Stonegate 2008 *Limited Edition* Chardonnay. South Australian. Renmark – sort of where my family come from.

I hate to be cynical…. No I lie. I love to be cynical. How limited edition can a $2.99 bottle of wine be?

Hey – its not terrible. I am so judgemental to expect it to be terrible. But in my favour it is more expensive to have a glass of Chardonnay filled to the brim at my local bowling club than to have a bottle of this in my jim jams and uggs in the privacy of my own home.

Ok… this wine actually tastes like a chardonnay. I mean, it has varietal character – stone fruits, melon and good balance. The finish is that of a $2.99 wine – fine with cleaner acidity. I believe it is slightly oaked but more likely oak chipped. But who am I to judge? Its pleasant. The fruits are all in the front and discipate quickly. But with food, most people wouldn’t even take notice.

A mild and lean wine, surpassing all expectations and very affordable (on a Friday). Would I buy it again? Hell yes. Would I cook with it? Probably. Would I drink it again? Very likely. Would I share with friends? To be honest, yes. Its perfectly acceptable and really great value.

I am now a loud and proud $2.99 bottle drinker. [Yeah I went there.]

Oh and, hopefully this week I will go through all my illegible notes and try and ‘interpretive dance’ my way through the Good Food and Wine Show experience that was 2 weeks ago.

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For those of you who know me, you would know that I love Chardonnay. Call me old fashioned – BUT in my favour I am a product of the 80′s, and I am very similar to my mum who also loves Chardonnay. I might talk wine all day, and enjoy a large  plethora of varieties, but after hours I want to go home and have a glass bottle of Chardonnay. But I do draw the line on a few options.

Unlike most of you ABC’s (Anything But Chardonnay), I do enjoy Oaked Chardonnay. I think there are so many poorly made Chardonnays out there that it got a bad name – much like all the rubbish Sauv Blancs available now. It happens when something becomes fashionable. We see a trend with Chanel or Burberry and next week Target’s got a very acceptable but poorly made version that doesn’t fit as well and the fabrics are cheap. Same goes for wine.

The other thing about Fashion Trends is that they parallel with … Wine Trends:
Chardonnay / Shoulder Pads in the 80′s-90′s.
Rose /Midrift-lowrise and the 90′s
Sauvignon Blanc /Skinny Jeans are making their way out in the Noughties …
to be replaced (I believe) by Lady Gaga Futuristico and Pinot Gris.

Back on Topic – those of you who say they hate oaked chardonnay – PLEASE try a style like Petersons Shirley Chardonnay, Petaluma, Peacock Hill or Scarborough White Label. You cannot possibly hate toffee, butterscotch, cream, vanilla and toast. OMG it is UNBELIEVABLE. (If you still hate it, go with the right foods. I can even drink Sauvignon Blanc with the right seafood). And if you refuse to drink it because its not trendy to “still wear the shoulder pads”  – its more for me! Actually… come to think of it… please don’t buy my favourite Chardonnays. They sell out quickly and that leaves none for me. And I can’t afford for prices to go up.

Another way around the heavy oaked styles is to go for LIGHTLY oaked styles such as Petersons Wines Cuvee Chardonnay, and Scarborough Yellow Label. They tend to be fruiter, safer, lighter, consistent and easy drinking. A stepping stone to my favourite variety. If you can’t even go there – don’t bother with unoaked Chardonnay – go to a varietal such as Viognier which is sometimes blended with Chardonnay and when oaked can also be awesomely rich and luscious. When unoaked it still carries the lovely stone fruits.

One thing I don’t understand is unoaked wild yeast Chardonnay. It reminds me of mud and biological waste. Sorry. I DON’T Get it. But feel free to email me at pookiemonster@gmail.com and send me samples. I’ll write the tasting notes and let you know. But no promises.

Hate to love you and leave you but I have Chardonnay to tend to!!

P.S Considering Visiting 2010 Good Food and Wine Show this weekend. See you at the Petersons Wines Stand.

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Not really a wine focused blog entry, but thought I would share it with you anyways… We just took a night off from everything and spent a lovely night in North Sydney. The Views from our room were spectacular.

We started in the afternoon with a complimentary easy drinking Charmat “Cuvee” Bubbles provided by the Hotel, shared a few great oaked Chardies (and one bad one) at dinner and finished it off with some more lovely Petersons 2005 Mudgee Durif that we brought from home. A night of eating, drinking and relaxation.

 

How good are the views?

Had a great time, wished you were there!

BUT Great to be home – back in the Hunter Valley and relieved I only have to face 2 sets of traffic lights on the way to work!!    :p

Cheers!

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Recently, I visited my local Bowling Club. Don’t judge me. Yes I know where my local club is, yes I’m a member.

I ordered a glass of Chardonnay absent mindedly. Then I realised this could be fatal and sharply added *From a Bottle!* as a stipulation to my order.

Until this moment, I had no idea how high my standards were -and how judgemental I was. (Despite being at a Bowling Club…) Now, my $4 glass of Stony Peak Chardonnay *From a Bottle!* was worth every cent… depending on which way you look at it. :)

For a brief moment, I was bothered by my realisations of panic about my crappy Chardonnay. My brain momentarily convinced itself that it would be the end of the world if I forgot to mention *From a Bottle!* But would there be much difference between the quality of two vessels at a Bowling Club?

Ashamedly, even I can drink a posturised glass beaker of oak chipped, highly sulphured and questionable* Chardy. (*Questionable because I wonder what proportion of Muscatel juice is used in supermarket wines to sweeten us up – likely the legal dose without needing to legally mention on the label. I don’t usually like my Chardonnay Unleaded E10).

So standing in line with my Chardonnay, I remembered a fantastic evening I had once spent dining at the then-new Hunter Valley Crowne Plaza. Amongst the group was Hunter Valley legend, Karl Stockhausen (a winemaker in the Hunter Valley for over 50 years). He probably wouldn’t even remember me, but I recall the huge honour I believed it was to be in his company. After all – hes a bit of a Hunter Valley Celebrity.

On this night, I ordered my favourite Peacock Hill Chardonnay, *From a Bottle!* and everyone in the group had a wine of some sort. Karl asked for a glass of Sparkling Wine. Naively, the young girl behind the bar offered this huge wineo the “house” sparkling. It was some tragic, energetic, blushing, barely Charmat styled sweety. Gasps and horror from the crowd. Crickets sang.

There was also a Methode Champenoise Bubbles on the wine list, more appropriate for a figure like Karl. It was luxuriously dressed in black and gold, the Bentley of wine.

Surprisingly, Karl accepted the cheap bubbly. He took it for a test drive, and I had to take a step back and put on my seat-belt. He began to engage the flute in serious appraisal. He looked at the colour, questioned the mode of Sparkling Production, described the bouquet and made a judgement on which varietals might comprise to give the flowery, candied flavours. He even ate the *Shudder* strawberry that was precariously positioned on the lip of the glass. (Don’t put fruit in your wine unless you’re making Sangrea, it interferes with the wine).

Karl took it all with a pinch of salt. I had to pinch myself. Karl was truely a good sport. Living Legend. Literally.

So here I am, back at the daggy local bowling club. I’m in line paying for my $4 Chardonnay *From a Bottle!* that is fit for a Blue Rinse and a game of Bingo, and I’m thinking to myself – I hope I’m insured in case I crash. Here goes… Colour = good, golden hues.
Bouquet = who knows in this glass?
Palate = saturated in residual sugar without being “sweet”, but satisfyingly sound – stone fruits and something reminicent of oak in there.
Price Point = competitive.
Great Mileage, quiet engine, not a Rolls Royce, not even a Corolla… but passes the REVs Check,
(Now you’ll love this one… REVs = Rhiannon’s Everyday Vino.. LOL) and not quite a bomb.

Yes, its hard not to be happy with a $4 glass of wine *From a Bottle!*.

At this point I was waiting for my change, distracted by my Chardonnay and almost didn’t notice the elderly man next to me who was placing his order. He excused his way past me as he ordered “Two Glasses of Dry Red”, then sharply added *From the Fridge* as his stipulation. “Cask ok?”, She queried. “What else is there?” he revelled.

Tempting to shudder, but instead I shrugged. Although – I wasn’t game to ask what kind of car he drove. It’s probably not even registered… because he’s definately unlicenced.

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Pinot Noir is a pain in the arse.

Why?

Small tight little bunches.

Low yielding.

Thin Skin = susceptible to fungal disease, bunch rot, skins splitting.

Thin Skin = Sometimes leads to a crap colour.

Needs a cold climate.

Sentitive to light.

Sensitive to everything (needy).

Loves air. Loves it so much it will Over Dose on air during fermentation (addictive personality).

Dies younger than average than other varieties.

Pinot Noir has a complex and will easily suffer a crisis. How can such a soft, delicate and subtle wine have such robust, fruit -forward intentions? Try-Hard.

Why do the French use it in Champagne? Because they can harvest it green before it becomes too much of a pain in the arse.

Genetically unstable: Pinot Noir likes to mutate. Even it doesn’t like who it is, so it tries to change itself. Pinot Noir sometimes pulls a Michael Jackson and “swaps” to producing a white grape. Pinot Blanc and Pinot Gris are thought to be Pinot Noir mutations. But it doesn’t even mutate whole heartedly – sometimes its only a point mutation where only one cane produces white fruit and the other canes bear red fruit. Weird.

Only one thing more painful in the arse than Pinot Noir, is Sideways.

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Hybrids. What do we know about them?

Cheap to run, fuel saving, energy efficient… Disease Resistant?!

Hybrids of the wine world are those single varieties which are genetic result of two or more other grape varieties. But how prominent are hybridised varieties in the Australian Market? They might be more common than you think.

Is Chambourcin the mule of the wine world? A favourite amongst hybridised wine producing grape varieties, Chambourcin has held its own through being a deep coloured wine with intense aromatic flavour, and not having any “foxy” flavour carried by many hybrids. Along with its intense colour it is interestingly one of the worlds only Pink-Pulped varieties. It is also favourably resistant to fungal diseases – a reason it has become popular to the Australian climate. It also makes a fabulous sparkling wine – and we all know how much Australia loves Sparkling Red. So what’s wrong with a mule if it pulls the cart the same… if not better than a horse?

But would a wine by any other name still taste as… sweet? Chambourcin has only been available since 1963, and was developed by Johannes Seyve. Once upon a time, Chambourcin was named Johannes Seyve 26-205 and I once read, “Chambourcin” is also the name of a cheese. Perhaps its excellent pairing with cheese lead to the naming? Unfortunately for us, Johannes never wrote anything down when he was cross-pollinating with his paintbrush (forcing flowers to fornicate can really be a distracting process). Johannes defiled up to 8 vitis ancestries to produce Chambourcin and unfortunately for us, later died with no records of the official parentage (and we do hope it was of natural causes and not owed to Chambourcin). Mystery is not always romantic, but the grape was born from a native North American grape, and French vines in the Loire Valley. Chambourcin still remains a bastard of sorts not knowing who its many fathers are.

Perhaps it comes back to the naming of the grape. If its pseudonym sounds traditional - a hybrid is more easily accepted by the Old World. Take for example Durif. In Australia more often than not – we call it by the name of the man that invented it. The Durif variety originated in 1880 when François Durif (a botanist) founded a cross of Syrah and Peloursin. Egotistically he named it after himself – but hey who’s judging? – I had a wine named after me too. The point of the story, is that the majority of Petite Sirah plantings can be DNA proven to be Durif. Same Diff huh? Apparently this happens alot.

Of  course Zinfandel‘s fairy tale story arouses the continual arguement of nature versus nurture. Zinfandel has been genetically proven to be the same grape as Primitivo of Italy and Crljenak Kaštelanski of Croatia. (yeah dont ask me how to say that last one). So what happened? Separated at birth, given different names, regional terroir and traditons change the style of wine produced and we just forgot that it went on a holiday under an alias? Did they not check the passport? Keep in mind, this example is not a hybrid, but each is a clone of the same variety. Which one is Molly?

Australia (and many new world wine producing countries) tend to be kinder to hybridised varietals than the old wine world. I have heard that the European Union has prohibited Chambourcin to be blended with traditional varieties. This seems to be a bit “variety racist”. But is it ironic considering the origins of many of Europe’s “traditonal” grape’s ancestry. As well as the fact that many “traditional” varieties are grafted onto American root stocks in order to be disease resistant.

Speaking of “traditional” grape varieties…. Merlot, Chardonnay, Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon… BUZZ Epic Fail. What most people DON’T know is that Cabernet Sauvignon (although naturally occuring) is a hybrid… of sorts. Originally from Bordeaux, and considered the noblest of grape varieties, Cabernet Sauvignon has long lived a lie. OOh I feel like a gossip columnist…Ever wondered why Cabernet Franc has blackcurrant , cassis, tabacco and raspberry flavours and so does Cabernet Sauvignon? Also, Cabernet Sauvignon sometimes has herbaceous greeness, and what other “Sauvignon” carries these green grassy flavours? You betcha! Sauvignon Blanc and Cabernet Franc had a dirty weekend in the 1600′s. And Cabernet Sauvignon is in fact a love child. And I blame the French. Well – they obviously knew all this time… they NAMED the grape. Perverts, probably set them up on a blind date. This grape family is truely dysfunctional with all this DNA testing.

Apparently Humans share up to a third of our DNA with a Lettuce, and in my reasoning, a lettuce and a grapevine can’t be that far apart genetically. Perhaps we have a close affiliation to wine because we share DNA. You can’t choose your family hey? But I admit… I am another Chardonnay Clone.

Cheers!

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The wine industry is forever chortling about all the Verd-del-hoes, Mossel’s,  “Semillon”-Blancs, Card-on-nays and the occasional discussion on Cabernet Sauvignon as being a blend between the “two” grapes.  Once of my favourites has been the ever faithful “Can I please try the… V..Vi..Vo.. Voyager?”

I am sure the French are not so arrogant to expect the rest of the world to speak French. Afterall they do tolerate the Italian pronunciation of the “t” in Merlot. (But only barely) LOL

One of the more obscure queries in Cellar Door about the once rare Viognier’s origins came from a Frenchman. He had the gall to ask an Aussie whether Australia had named the grape? Her reply was said with the finest roll of the tongue she could afford: “Why on Earth would an Australian name a grape Viognier?” Wouldn’t an Aussie take the easier path? the Frenchman saw himself as somewhat an expert on French wine. He had no idea that the Rhone region uses Viognier and that his people had ignorantly almost sent the grape extinct in the past. Australia had only “borrowed” their Shiraz Viognier co-fermenting technique, and I am proud to name that Australian winemakers have conquerered the technique such as Clonakilla.

It makes me fantasise as to whether the romance and allure of all the fancy enunciations of wine terms would be lost if Australian slang took over more than a “Cab Sauv” or “Chardy”. Does the way we say a word value-add it in any way? Do we drink  “Sauv Blanc” because it makes our life better, out of convenience, fashion or for the plain cultural value?

Would we still appreciate the plonk if thats all it is? I believe there are great implications of this in the Australian market. Many consumers from what I know drink what they like or what market trends subconsciously tell them they like. But sometimes consumers are too afraid or intimidated to order the “Voyager”  in case they embarrass themselves. Many consumers have the money, the drive, the interest, the motive but lack some simple information – the key to ordering what they want. How on earth is that pronounced? Would the sommelier judge them if they didnt say Viognier right?

High praise goes to Yalumba here. Why? Not because they had the first commercial plantings of Viognier in Australia, and not because they were some of the first Viognier’s on the Supermarket Shelves. In an effort to improve the profile of Viognier as a variety, Yalumba drove a major Australian Campaign only a few years ago. On Billboards across Australia and in Magazines and other Print media, Viognier sprawled into the wine marketplace. Their efforts were noteworthy – their campaign simply read VEE-ON-YAY! Can I give three cheers to Yalumba’s marketing team? Hooray! They educated the consumer in a way the consumer wouldn’t even know. Yet, next time you see it on a wine list you can proudly ask for the “Vee-on-yay”.

I was once asked by a customer as to why they had never seen straight varietals like Petit Verdot, Chambourcin, or Viognier before. Plain and simple. Australia is a product of its motherlands and we are very traditional in our ways. If we didn’t mimic the old world wine countries in their styles, the market may not have bought our wines. It is only recently over the past decade or so that Australian Winemakers have taken themselves seriously enough to tackle entrepreneurial styles. Sparkling Red MUMMAH! Straight Petit Verdot OOHH! What is the wine world coming to? There are varietals coming out of the woodworks that I have not even tried before. I was very fond of Lowe Wine’s Tinja Roussanne, and I am very keen to get my hands on the mysteries of unknown varietals.

Cheers!

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So I’ve started a new job in a totally different industry to my previous endeavours in wine. It’s been great, wine is now not my job, its my hobby. Although some could argue they could overlap somewhat. And even more disappointingly, gastronomy is no longer tax deductable!

In my past life, I was a jack of all trades, working for a small winery in marketing, wine clubs and wore many hats. One of these hats included tasting notes, writing about wines and assessing them against benchmarks. This is something I wish to continue via the blog. I also was an educator of sorts behind the bar. How can such a young person know so much? What course did you do? Well simply I listen, I learn, I observe and half of what I know comes naturally. Of course I went to school at 6 and was realised with the stark reality that noone else lived on a vineyard.

An honour I achieved in this position was a special credence of tradition:


Certain members of staff had been lucky enough to be labeled. I was fortunate enough to have my own Methode Champenoise. You could say I am bubbly, not cheap and showing some aged characters but then we’d have to get serious. It is a 1999 Pinot Noir Chardonnay Viognier and was absolutely divine for all its worth – fine delicate and intricate. Stone fruits from the Chardonnay and hints of Viognier enveloped by honey, nuttiness and toast.

After visiting my previous workplace today and having a great time catching up with friends (staff and customers), I was feeling a little nostalgic over my heavy glass of Viognier. Thus, this blog, an idea that I have had to make wine more approachable and help people see it the way I do has come to fruition. This little seed has “blossomed” and the blog is born.

Kathryn and Rhiannon

The double entendre here is that apparently since I have left the wine industry that I have also “blossomed”. Perhaps something  routine and everyday appears shiny and new when you make it fun again. I’m glad Wine can be this to me. And I hope that someone out there will share this with me.

Cheers!

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