Monday, October 13, 2003

Hmmm. Rip Van Wineblogger awakens. But only for a quick blink. A lovely last bottle of the 1983 Pichon Lalande tonight was surprisingly tasty, still fairly supple, though it tired quickly in the glass, with lovely pure fruit, very little sediment and close to a perfect match with a grilled venison tenderloin. This has been one of those hate-to-part-with-the-last-of-a-great-one deals, where the perfect occasion never seemed to present itself. At some point you have to give it up and just drink the thing. This wine had more punch and pizazz a few years ago, but it was still a delight. Maybe it will inspire us to open a few more of the fading stars in the near future. Maybe I'll even remember to post about 'em.