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« A mower for your corn rows | Main | Corn salad in my kitchen » Monday, August 6, 2007Mouton meets hill, goes over
In an earlier post (Over the hill gang?), I described finding a few bottles of older, classed-growth Bordeaux while reorganizing our wine cellar and promised to report on each as we pulled its cork. First up: Château Mouton-Rothschild from the superb 1966 vintage. Its vital signs -- low fill and weepy closure -- were a bit discouraging. The cork crumbled and broke in two, but was eventually got out. We decided it might be better not to decant the wine, since a gust of oxygen could kill it on the spot. In the glass, the color was a rich mahogany (old red wines tend to brown as pigments polymerize and fall to the bottom as sediment), though glints of ruby bore wistful testimony to a vibrant youth. The image of an elderly gent in handsomely-tailored but threadbare worsteds, came to mind.
Over the next couple of hours we swirled, sniffed, sipped, and waited for the wine to fall apart. It never did. The bouquet seemed more marked by traces of oak ageing than by fruit. Overall, the impression was of diminished greatness: everything present, just a lot less of it. Still, there was no mistaking the characteristic profile and "cut" of quality, cabernet-rich Bordeaux -- at least that's how it struck us. The verdict: feeble but sound. We decided we'd be happy to go over the hill as gracefully. Posted by Stephen Meuse at 01:51 PM
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