This week's post was intended to be about Muscadet. But a few things came up over Thanksgiving that I think merit a few words.
One of the opposing realities of being an avid wine drinker is that shortly after recognizing your passion, you become a hoarder. The number of wines multiply, and before you know it, you have more wine than you can drink.
Why is this a potential problem? Because some of the wines you intend to drink may have been pushed to the back of the rack and forgotten. Or, and this is the bane of all wine collectors, you check the vintage of a red wine you want to drink, but then say to yourself, "Maybe it needs a few more months of bottle aging."
Ironically, as fate would have it, a few more months of bottle age is just what your chosen wine needs. To make my point, consider the following examples of two wines poured at the two-day Boyd family Thanksgiving gathering.
On Thanksgiving eve, we had a simple meal of calzones and salad. It wasn't meant to be a "wine meal," so maybe just a wine showing its age, past its prime, could be fun. And who knows, maybe its still drinkable.
Tucked away, at the back of my wine rack, was a 1981 Ridge York Creek Zinfandel. I'm thinking: This wine is 42 years old and had been moved around California and then to its final resting place in Washington...it's gotta be over the hill.
Not so. In fact, it was amazingly in very good shape! The color was a vibrant, clear ruby red and light brick at the wine edge. There were touches of spice
and dark berry, and the textured flavors offered loads of fruit, good
acidity and refined integrated tannin. Here was a drinkable aged Zin that tasted more like a
mature Cabernet that was a good choice with calzones or just for sipping.