This is a lovely wine, meaty and laden with the scent of cured flesh. . . Rosewood and dried herbs, slightly medicinal, but to my mind this is perfectly clean. Stalk and earth, dried plums, pepper and meat. In a word savoury. . . Sinewy and lean in the mouth, though the impression is something more weighty and substantial than the stated 12.5%. Changeable and complex, this is quite an expansive wine, with the concluding tannins leaving the mouth lip smackingly dry. Teasingly, my last sip, from a long abandoned glass reminds me of favouorite small good - prosciutto. 92+ 2012 - 2020
Image: In the background, Onslow, Western Australia, from the book Smalltown (an affectionate take on fugliness and the smalltown).

6 comments:
Clape is one of my favourite producers. If you ever chance upon his Cornas, do not hesitate.
A touch of the Clape does you good....
You being a Doctor can treat it correctly...
I am getting cheekier by the year!
Shea and Barry,
The Cornas sells for $220 in Australia. . . I'm not sure I want a dose of the Clape that badly. . .
$220, that's absolutely outrageous. I think it is $90 here. Also, apparently when Kermit Lynch first started bringing it into the U.S. in the 80's it was $6 a bottle.
Shea,
$6 dollars! Glory days, if only we had old enough to collect and know. . .
Indeed! I'm not sure anything like that exists in the world of wine anymore.
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