I learned to cope with the position. I learned you sort of have to be the Fonz even when you're fucking up like Potsie.
Never mind. This one night, almost half a year later, was the closing of a circle. Even if I did spend a third of the time reading and answering work related emails.
Weingut Wittmann, Rheinhessen, Morstein GC, 2008
Dry Riesling? Yes! Minerals, lots of them, spices, apples, summer fruit and pits of all the former. An intense wine, offering compelling grip and complexity. Ready to go, with a little air, and since I personally don't approve of cellaring whites with 14% ABV and above, I would open any of this that I have sooner rather than later.
Etienne Sauzet, Puligny-Montrachet Premier Cru, Les Perrieres, 2005
At first I thought this proves my bias against buying, let alone aging, expensive white Burgundies, but this is an excellent, pleasurable wine, given enough air. It starts tight and oaky, then shows dried grass, flowers and minerals. Damned elegant.
Chateau Grand-Puy-Lacoste, Pauillac 5me Cru, 1995
This registers as a savory Left Banker from the first sniff: Cedar, minerals, very light brett, black fruit. The palate is still tannic and I rather expected more of it, but this offers plenty of reserved claret charm.
Fontebuoa, Brunello do Montalcino, Riserva, 1997
I would have loved the GPL in its own right, and I would have thought I would have preferred a claret over a Brunello on any given day, but I found this a step up, or at least it proved a more immediate pleasure. There's nothing earth-shattering here, and in its way, it's a rather generic Brunello, but it's a succulent food wine with an interesting nose that shows cigar box, carpet dust, chives.
Poderi Luigi Einaudi, Barolo, Nei Cannubi, 2001
Italy again? Indeed. Rusty tannins. Dusty nose. A classic winner and a very archetypical Barolo.