Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My cherished wine experience would have to be the first time I’ve savoured Beaujolais-Villages. It has been over 5 years of “drinker’s block” for red wines. The one I was looking for was something light in terms of tannins, acidity and alcohol level.
Unfortunately for me, the Thai market favours the styles of reds from Bordeaux and Australia, which are the opposite of what I was looking for, what I was trying to define as “my pallet” and “my preference”. In a sense, the search for “my red wine” was also a search for my own wine identity.
After reading several wine books, through which I was introduced to Burgundian paragons of wine like Clos-Vougeot and Volnay. I settled on the fact that the wine which would not “bust my budget” and I might enjoy is a Beaujolais-Villages. The moment I decided to buy a bottle, I had a hunch that this might be “the wine” for me. Sure enough, after turning the corkscrew and pouring the liquid content into my Burgundy “balloon-nette” glass, the colour of the liquid captivated me, drawing my curiosity even closer to it, beckoning me to swirl-and-sniff; sniff-and… swallow. Definitely not spit!
It was like a raspberry tart in liquid form.