I love looking at older wines, but some vintages just don’t make old bones. 1977 for European table wine isn’t one to seek out. I’m sure there’s lovely wines out there, but I haven’t seen too many, especially lately. I know some were decent in a light, cool, and crisp way early on, but now with 35 years down the track they’re a bit on the mean side.
Lentil and Cookie opened a couple from their family
cellar. No point taking up room if they’re
no good now? A 1977 Clos des Papes
Chateauneuf-du-Pape was brown and bricked out in colour, and quite tertiary
with past the mushroom and undergrowth into earth and dirt. Trying to be round and generous as Grenache
and southern Rhone should be, but not enough gas in the tank. It had the semblance of what it could have
been, but really a little mean. Less
pleasing was the 1977 Ch. Beychevelle St Julien. Always a medium weight and elegant wine, but
now rather faded and skinny. Acid sharpness
and tartness. Bitter greens and
vegetables, with secondary and tertiary notes,
Definitely mean and lean, only as poor Cabernet Sauvignon can do so
well. To be fair, neither were dead and
undrinkable. But you didn’t want to
drink them. Now just curiosities.
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