I admit it. Back in the days when I actually read the Wine Spectator, my eyes would glaze over every time a regular columnist wrote one of his "I went to another very prestigious private collector tasting the other night" columns.
I wasn't bored by the story but more by the impression that HE was bored. Another Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, yet another Chateau Haut-Brion, none of which quite lived up to the multitudes of occasions when he had tasted the same rare vintages in the past....how much can one man take?
I have been working in the wine business for many years now and hope to never lose my sense of wonder but more importantly, a feeling of gratitude, that I get opportunities to taste wine that I cannot yet afford on my own dime.
Okay, backstory is over.
A friend of mine popped a bottle of Chateau d'Yquem 1990 last night.
Heaven in a bottle. Little dancing angels in my mouth.
There was orange blossom honey and peaches galore with a touch of butterscotch.
My friend, Wyatt, quite astutely picked up some cocoa powder on the nose as well.
This is a wine with an impressive pedigree and a hefty price tag to go with it.
But it is also a reminder of the beauty and the mystery that we seek everyday in the world of wine.