- Location
- London
Jean Chauvenet Nuits St-Georges 1er Cru Les Vaucrains 2001
Came as part as an auction lot, picked up for a song. Browning. Shy oxidative nose of soy, oxtail and celery...with plenty of marmite. Painfully shy and strict persona. About as ‘old school’ as it gets. The tannins exited left stage some time ago leaving a modest edifice of ...well, not a lot... reminds me of the Fawlty Towers dead body sketch when the doctor asks Basil what is he doing in the laundry basket to which Basil replies ‘not much really’.
Having said all this I preferred and enjoyed this more than, the discombobulated, dysfunctional, mess of a 2001 Musar during the week...which did not improve on day two.
I did not dare put this delicate burg in anything bigger than a Zalto universal, and the Eisch neatly telegraphs how this wine will evolve 45 minutes forward. It is nothing special and needs drinking, being low on everything, especially fruit and energy.. but it is charming and quaint too, which is to damn it with faint praise. A throw back to the past, while nostalgic a reminder that in spite of the wicked world progress is still forward.
Came as part as an auction lot, picked up for a song. Browning. Shy oxidative nose of soy, oxtail and celery...with plenty of marmite. Painfully shy and strict persona. About as ‘old school’ as it gets. The tannins exited left stage some time ago leaving a modest edifice of ...well, not a lot... reminds me of the Fawlty Towers dead body sketch when the doctor asks Basil what is he doing in the laundry basket to which Basil replies ‘not much really’.
Having said all this I preferred and enjoyed this more than, the discombobulated, dysfunctional, mess of a 2001 Musar during the week...which did not improve on day two.
I did not dare put this delicate burg in anything bigger than a Zalto universal, and the Eisch neatly telegraphs how this wine will evolve 45 minutes forward. It is nothing special and needs drinking, being low on everything, especially fruit and energy.. but it is charming and quaint too, which is to damn it with faint praise. A throw back to the past, while nostalgic a reminder that in spite of the wicked world progress is still forward.