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The Tom Hill ArchivesRaisin' Rhones '98 Trip ReportThe reason this is such a great event?? The amount of truly world-class wine being poured is mind-blowing. Most of the real movers&shakers in the Calif Rhone movement are here, including some from France & Australia. They know the attendees are there to learn, are passionate about Rhone varieties, and, consequently, are willing to share their time & expertise freely and pull out some of their really best wines. The seminars this yr were very well thought out, very informative, had some really terrific panel members (John Alban & Ehren Jordan did a great job of translating the French), and lots of excellent questions from the floor, from consumers, grape growers, and winemakers. The opportunity to converse, to learn, to socalize, to bowl, to share meals and great wines, with the winemakers is an opportunity you seldom get. The opportunity to meet other folks passionate about Rhone varieties, many I'd met on the 'Net, was another big plus.Finally, the number of people was sufficiently small that it was not the usual mob scene that one usually encounters at these wine things. I would guess the venue could probably accomodate twice the number of people at this yr's event. Anybody that is excited about Rhone wines & varietals is stupid (in a word) not to attend this event. I'll be there next year, without a doubt (hey... I have a bowling championship to defend!!) In these notes, starred (*) wines were particular favorites. |
| Some of the highlights, for me, of the RR'98 were, in
no particular order: the Edmunds St.John Durrell Vineyard vertical, the
Viognier panel tasting & discussion, the two big tastings, the panel
& tasting of the Aussie wines, and the chance to meet & visit with
(sorta of, anyway, their English weren't too good), and compliment them
on their wines with Yves Gangloff, Francois Villard, and Yves Cuilleron.
I came away from RR'98 with a number of salient impressions:
The trip actually started the weekend before. I was joined, from time to time, by fellow wine nuts Larry Archibald/ Laura Chancellor of SantaFe, Dave Jones of SanFrancisco, Lenny Darnell of Redlands; and the plan was to head North out of LA (not Los Alamos, the other LA) wreaking widespread havoc and destruction at wineries and tasting rooms up the coast to Paso Robles. And have a few meals along the way. Since I was pretty familar with the Rhone wines of the Central Coast, the plan was to focus more on Pinot Noir on this part of the journey. Friday (June 12, 1998) Up very early for a half day's work, the usual double espresso at Sage Bake House in SF, then on down to Albq and a 11:00am flight out to Ontario. The epee blade flies thru security in my carry-on as the usual gamma ray interferometer antennae w/ nary a glance; though they did ask about the bottle of wine I was carrying (like I was gonna club the flight attendants w/ it?). Lots of ZZZ's along the way on an uneventful flight. Arrive in time to stop at Liquorama in Upland (a very bizarre wine store), over to my Aunt Dorothy's, and some afternoon fencing drills and hoops. My brother, Willie, comes down from Bakersfield, w/ his ferrets, for the evening. Dinner is a traditional mid-western Swiss Steak. The wine recommended to my Aunt as one of this store's best sellers, was Beringer White Zinfandel. Probably the culinary low-point of the trip (sorry, Aunt Dorothy!), but the company was good. Saturday (June 13, 1998) Just a day of visiting w/ relatives & reading. Of to the schoolgrounds for fencing drills & hoops in the afternoon. Get sucked into some schoolground BB action w/ some high school kids. Although old age & treachery can often beat youth & skill on the fencing piste; it don't count for j***sh** on the BB court!! At least, today it didn't. Dinner this night is at Barbi's Pizza in a strip mall, managed by my nephew Matt. Decent pizza, but the Samuel Adams was the high point. Sunday (June 14, 1998) Early church service w/ Aunt Dorothy and then off for the serious part of the trip. First stop is the HiFi'98 show at the LAX Westin Hotel. This is an annual show put on by Larry Archibald of Stereophile Magazine in which manufacturers bring in their latest gee-whiz stuff to show the trade & consumers. I always thought it was just a few hi-fi systems set up in some hotel ballroom. Not!!! This was a HUGE event that took over the entire 12 story LAX Westin. It was positively overwhelming. If you think wine geeks are bad when they get together & talk wines; you oughta hear the HiFi geeks.... they're far far worse!! And when you look at a single $50,000 speaker..... well, Caymus Cabernet at $70/btl seems pretty trivial!! Spend the whole afternoon having my mind boggled. Dave Jones had arranged a meal at Jozu restuarant, who does PacificRim/Fusion cusine. My entourage included Larry&Laura, Dave, Lenny & Denise. Joining us were InterNet friends Bruce L, Todd Serota & his wife Lizette, and their tiny new daughter Reina, who slept thru this spectacular event. The food was outstanding, probably the best Fusion cusine I've had. We had a series of appetizers, entree, and dessert:
and the wines, all brought to Jozu by our group:
Monday (June 15, 1998) Up (not so) early for a some fencing drills but couldn't find a venue in this strange (to me) town to do some hoops, the schools seemed to be in session. No appointments until the afternoon, so hang out at Barnes&Noble for several hrs. sqn It's then on up the coast to Santa Barbara, check into my usual motel, up the street for a few hoops, and then off to dinner. The Wine Cask is one of my very favorite stores in Calif. Find a case & half of things I can't live without & have them shipped home. Likewise, the Wine Cask restaurant is one of my very favorite places to eat in Calif, with an absolutely stunning wine list w/ lots of gems lurking in it. At dinner is Larry & Laura, Lenny, Dave. Joining us is local Santa Barbara friend Lucinda and her friend, Peter Gallagher. My menu is:
Tuesday (June 16, 1998) Over to the Miramar to hook up w/ Larry&Laura, Dave, & Lenny. We all pile into one car & head back down the coast to Oak View and a visit w/ Helen & Adam Tolmach at Ojai Vineyard. I've folowed Adams wines from the very start in his early days in the dairy barn up in LosAlamos (the not-so-famous one) w/ Bob Lindquist & Jim Clendennan. These last few yrs Adam's wine have been some of the very best made in Calif, certainly a top tier Rhone producer. His Pinots don't seem to get much notice but are, also, absolutely first rate. Although not a Chardonnay fan, Adam's Chards are also quite delicious. All in all, a producer who's really hitting his stride these days. After catching up on a few things, a quick hello to his assistant, Sashi, it's into the barrels:
The Ojai wines, in the last 4-5 yrs, have been some of the best in Calif,IMHO. The Syrahs are world-class. The Calif Syrah is one of the few bargins around. Tasting how good this '96 Stolpman Syrah is, I would say that Adam has 3 great Vineyards that yield 3 great Syrahs. The RollRanch seems to give Syrah that is more fruit driven, more varietally focused Syrah, than the other two, but still some of that gamey/ smokey Rhone character. The Stolpman seems a bit more clunky, a bit harder, a bit slower to develop, a bit less blackberry/Syrah fruit; but amazingly good for such a young Vineyard. And the Bien Nacido, from the Hillside block, is the flagship one, but just barely, w/ more complex/gamey/roasted character but loads of blackberry fruit. The Ojai wines are ones you can buy, untasted, w/ confidence you're getting some very good, distinctive wine. We head on back to Santa Barbara and unload at the Miramar. While the rest of them wuss out for lunch, I head over to Wine Cask to pick up a few more things & visit a bit. We then all rendezvous at the Orchid Bowl in Goleta for another training session on the lanes to fine-tune our already spectacular game afore the great Rhone-n-Bowl on Friday night. I, their humble Athlete-In-Chief, come thru with a 225, best ever in my life. Supremely confident that we are to walk off w/ the big one at Rhone-n-Bowl, I eschew further practice since my game has peaked just afore the big competition. The rest of them squeeze in another practice or two in Paso. At the last two WC Futures tasting, I have been very impressed with the Brewer- Clifton Pinots (and the one Chardonnay that I deigned to try), so we have a late after- noon appointment w/ Greg Brewer and Steve Clifton down at the Santa Barbara Wnry where the wines are made. I had know Steve for some yrs as he worked in the Wine Cask retail end. After winemaker at Sunstone, Steve is now winemaker at Domaine Santa Barbara, the Rhone end of the Brandner wnry, up in Los Olivos. Greg is asst winemaker at the Santa Barbara Wnry. The two are young, very energetic, and clearly passionate about making the best Burgundy-style wines they can from the best Vineyard sites they can buy from. They use a lot of hands-on techniques that only a tiny operation such as theirs will permit, much of it based on the lunar cycles for the traditional Burgundy reasons. Since they're both winemakers for much larger operations, crush must be a particular stressful time for them, is my guess. The Chards (frmtd & aged in Siruge oak) are just ready to go into bottle, so we taste from the small tanks:
So bid adieu to the rest of the Only-The-Rhonely and take a fast drive up to Los Alamos (the little one) to meet up w/ Bob Senn for dinner at the Casmalia Hitching Post. It's been about 2 months since I've had a steak & I am ready.... so this is the place to come, about the best steak you can find anywhere. Bob does the wine list for them and it is an extremely well-done list, rather smallish, but very very reasonably priced & some pretty interesting stuff. Worth the trip. The menu was standard HP and the steak absolutely perfect. The wines:
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| Wednesday (June 17, 1998)
Up (reasonably) early for some fencing drills but can't find a BB court worthy of my talents so give up on the hoops. Drive west to Babcock, but they're not open but the weekends. Drive over to Sanford Wnry, but they're closed for today (only). So stop at Mosby (in Buelton) and taste:
Bob Senn had recommended Steve Dooley's wines (Stephen Ross Cellars) when they'd first come out and I've followed his Pinots pretty closely since then and liked them quite a lot. So, in my quest to understand the Central Coast Pinots a bit better I'd made an appointment to visit Steve. He makes and keeps his wines at Talley Vineyards in Arroyo Grande and was former winemaker at Edna Valley Vineyards. He's also the winemaker for the Echelon wines, the mid-price-range Central Coast wines that the Chalone group is making. Joining me are Larry & Laura. I get to Talley a bit early so visit a bit with Steve Rasmussen, who makes the Talley wines. Steve show up shortly and we head into the barrels:
Larry & Laura return to Santa Barbara and I head on up to San Luis Obispo. Plans to stay in the Chainsaw & Ostrich Feathers Suite at the Madonna Inn fall thru so try a more conventional motel. Unfortunately, there's a car show in town & things are pretty much booked up. The Holiday Inn suggests I try the Garden Street Inn, which turns out to be a terrific intimate very friendly B&B just off the downtown area; highly recommended. Before heading out to dinner I decide to check out The Wine Guy; a shop that used to be in Arroyo Grande & now moved up to San Luis Obispo. It's, by far, the best wine shop (to my knowledge) on the Central Coast between The Wine Cask in Santa Barbara, and the Bay area, well worth a stop and a lot of real gems. Ron seems to be able to get a lot of wines most that are unavailable to other stores and it's obvious from the selection that he really knows what he's doing. The stop at TWG was most fortuitous, as right next door in the old Cafe Roma location, the owners were opening The Edna Valley Bistro that very night. So I buy a wine from TWG for use later that night in EVB, make a res, & return to The Garden Street Inn. Go out and get in 30 minutes of hoops, clean up & off to dinner. Things were, as you'd expect, a bit shakey, service-wise, at Edna Valley Bistro but the menu was very interesting and the food turned out to be excellent:
Up very early, out to the bank parking lot next door for some fencing drills, drawing quite a few stares from the early rousers, like they'd never seen a guy executing flesche attacks on a DempsterDumper before!! Clean up, have breakfast w/ a geologist type from Texas at the B&B and then on up to Paso Robles. Immediately head out to Eberle Wnry to check in. Pick up Mat Garetson's mountain bike for use there in Paso. Mint condition... looks like it's been used by a little old lady that never went over one mile in a ride. Mat proudly shows me my... er, the Rhone-n-Bowl trophy but he forgot to have it inscribed it with the Only-The-Rhonely's name, its certain winners. I assure him that hideous thing will go on the first flight out to NewMexico, but he only snorts. Give my greetings to Sue, Kris, and Diane in the tasting room, then belly up to the bar to taste a few of the new things I'd not tried or wanted to retry:
Stop in and visit w/ Gary Eberle for awhile. He & Jeannie have just gotten back the day before from a 1+ month cruise & trip to Europe/Greece/Italy. With no obvious signs of jet-lag, he, too, seems has energetic as ever. Must be something in the water there in Paso Robles!! Have a bit of time afore lunch, so head East on Hwy 49 to stop at the Tobin James tasting room. Pretty dull place this morning, Toby's not there regaling the tasting room crowd. But taste few a few of the oferrings there anyway:
Head on back west on Hwy49 to downtown Paso Robles for lunch at Chris Cherry's Villa Creek restaurant. A new restaurant, no sign on the outside identifying it, serves a semi-SouthWest/California fresh cusine. THe wine list is extremely well done with a great selection of very interesting things and very reasonably priced. Another outstanding addition to the Paso wine scene, where it once used to be a genuine culinary wasteland. Joining me for lunch is Larry Roberts, a friend I had met on the InterNet (Dr.Fermento) who has been a home winemaker for a number of yrs and had just gone commercial with his first release under the Rio Seco label. Larry's hooked up w/ another couple, purchased some land on Union Rd not far from the river (which is dry most of the time; hence, Rio Seco), have put in a Vineyard and will eventually convert this bldg on the property (which once housed an indoor marijuana farm & was badly damaged when it was shut down) to the winery. They have put in Zinfandel (Cherry??, Sauret, Shenandoah clones), Syrah (Frahlich & an Aussie clone), Cab, CabFranc, and Roussanne. Anyway, we taste Larry's first wines over lunch:
Then head down Bethel Rd to the Peachy Canyon tasting room, just recently opened in the old Live Oak Wnry facility. Doug Beckett is there so we chat a bit & he's eager to show off his new '96 releases:
Send Lenny on his way back to Santa Maria as the wind literally howls thru the Templeton Gap. Decide Pesenti is not worth stopping at so head on down to Templeton to check into the Country House Inn B&B. This is my favorite place to stay in the Paso area. The owner, Diane Garth, makes excellent breakfasts. Best of all is her son, Skyler, a really cute kid that is very personable & talkative, really neat. Best of all, he's a great Chicago Bulls fan and loves playing BB. With my once-a-yr appearances, though, he's not picking up on the swords too fast. Sky's off to Little League, so I shoot a few hoops and then pull out Mat's bike & go for a short ride. Probably doubled the total mileage on the thing. Boring ride... too flat, too much oxygen down here. Shower & head out to Bistro Laurent for dinner. By now, my entourage has dwindled down to nothing, so dine alone for a change. As I cross the street, notice Mat & a bunch over on the Villa Creek patio downing beers. With them is Kathy Clark, from Wild Horse Wnry, out prowling the streets of Paso looking for me to find out what time my appt tomorrow was for (she'd lost my card). So clear that up, but Mat & his entourage have disappeared. I was going to volunteer my services to stuff the attendee packets, which still hadn't been done. Doug & Nancy Beckett are here w/ another couple, so greet them. Don Neel (publisher of Practical Vineyard Management management) is here dining with Dave King (owner of Vista del Rio Wnry in Paso), so renew that acquaintinceship. And then over in this one very noisy corner is a party of 5-6 people, led by the irrepressible & voluble (we'll stop the adjectives at that!) Mat Garetson. They're having a good time, so I don't intrude (until later). I tell my waitress that the guy over there in the green shirt looks familar... "Is he sombody famous??" She tosses her head back and scoffs out a reply .. "Naw, he's just some marketing guy, out at Eberle I think"!! She got that one right!! I had eaten some of Laurent Grangien's food before at various wine functions in Paso, but never at his restaurant, which I was determined to do this time. The food was absolutely first-rate, as good as in SF (Santa Fe OR San Francisco):
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| Friday (June 19, 1998)
Up early, eschew breakfast for a bit of hoops, take another boring bike ride, soak labels, read a bit, then off to my 9:30 am appt at Wild Horse, nearby. Two wineries are always must-visits for me when I go to Paso, Eberle & Wild Horse. And I have always been amazed by what Ken Volk can do at that winery. Although their production level is fairly large (pushing 90,000 cs), focused on the standard Chardonnay, Merlot, Cab, Pinot, and Pinot Blanc; the quality level is astonishingly high and the prices most reasonable. But Ken also makes a lot of different varietals and vineyard-designate bttlgs in much smaller quantities that are only available at the tasting room or directly from the wnry. These wines are absolutely first rate and has good as anything you can find in Calif. Ken also has a passion for exploring new & unusual varietals and scouting out small Vineyards containing odd, old stuff up & down the Central Coast, especially up in SanBenito County. Ken is an exciting person to visit with as he shares all his new ideas and latest discoveries, delivered in his typical machine-gun stocatto voice; probably as high- strung a guy as I've ever met. Rumor has it that he even sleeps sometimes; but that's pure rumor at this point, few have ever witnissed it firsthand!! I arrive at Wild Horse right at 9:30 am and find the faithful Lenny, just up from Santa Maria that morning, already awaiting me. This is a bad day for Ken as the wine- writer Steve Heimhoff is also visiting. So Kathy Clark starts to show us around all the new things at Wild Horse. I had heard that they were expanding the wnry, but sure saw no signs of it when I drove up. But out back, there it is, this one HUGE concrete bldg going up, entirely for barrel storage room. It appears to be over 75 yards wide and long and maybe 40 ft high; massive. Ken catches up with us and spends some time detailing its construction and his plans for its use. At present, Wild Horse has barrel storage in two other wnrys and this will allow Ken to consolidate it all on the property. So off Ken goes for his other tasks, Kathy takes us into the present barrel storage room and turn us over to Matt and off we go to taste from barrel:
Bid adeiu to Kathy & Matt. Len head down to SLO to pick up his wife Denise. Larry and Laura head down to Wilson's Lanes in Paso for a last-minute practice session w/ Dave. Me, clearly at the peak of my athletic prowess, feel such measures are not warranted. So head back to Paso to meet up w/ Richard Sauret. I had followed the Sauret Zinfandel from the early days that I had known of them, back when there was once a Belli-Sauret Wnry in Paso. The grapes now go to both Kent Rosenblum and Gary Eberle and are producing what is arguably the best Paso Zinfandel being made these days. The Rosenblum '96 is Kent's best Paso Zinfandel yet. Gary's '95 & '96 are terrific, the '97 is mind-blowing. Definitly primo grapes come from Richard's Vineyards. I had met Richard some 5 yrs earlier at the Paso Robles Zinfandel Festival and took a real liking to him; he's as honest & straightforward a person as I know, very much like the farm people I know from back in Kansas. So I decided in preparing for this trip that I'd really like to walk the vineyard with him and see what it's like. So we meet at the appointed time in downtown Paso and head out. The Sauret Vineyard is actual two parcels, both to the west and north of Paso. The lower Vineyard is on the Belli property and farmed for them by Richard. These are the older vines, planted in '69, and goes entirely to Gary Eberle. It's a beautiful Vineyard on rolling hills, immaculately maintained. Turns out Richard had been up since 3:00am, out spraying in the Vineyard. As we walk around the Vineyard a bit, it's clear why his grapes produce such great Zinfandel, he cares for them like they were his children. All head pruned fairly high, all dry farmed. He shows me a bit how he prunes them to clear it out in the middle of the head to open it up to the spray and how important this all is. We then go up to his other Vineyard, which is even more spectacular. It's located up on the crown of this, atop of which is perched his home, with a bunch of mixed fruit trees. The peacefulness of the afternoon up there in the Vineyard is puncuated frequently by explosions from his propane cannon to drive away the birds from his fruit, and the Army boys over the hill playing with their somewhat bigger cannons, doing whatever they do with them. All that was missing to complete the scene was the flash of a 40 kt tactical nuke.... which woulda taken care of those birds fershure, fergood. So we walk this Vineyard a bit, too, and it shows the same immaculate care as the other one. Richard put in this yr a block of Barbera for Gary Eberle and a block of Petite Sirah for Kent Rosenblum; so we have some new Sauret wines to look forward to in 4-5 yrs. Because of the cool, rainy late Spring weather; he laments that the crop is nearly a month behind, latest he's ever seen it. The view from up here is spectacular. You can see the mtns over by the coast to the west, way up into Camp Roberts to the northwest, and way across the valley to Shandon to the east. Richard's cherrys have just ripened, so we go out and pick several quarts; me eating probably a pint's worth they were soooo good. And then he gives me two btls of his own wine, unlabeled, made for him at Castoro Cellars from his second crop Zinfandel that he keeps for himself. It's worthwhile to get out in the Vineyard w/ these growers and see the vines themselves, and listen to them.... makes you appreciate the wine all the more. Bid adieu to Richard and head up into the Adelaida Hills. I'd been hearing some good reports about the Adelaida Cellars wines of late, so decide to stop there first. Shouldn't have bothered, the lady there was clearly more interested in her computer back in the office than pouring the wine. It never ceases to amaze me how many wineries are totally clueless as to how important it is to make visitors feel welcome in their tasting room. When you walk into Eberle, or Wild Horse, or Dover Canyon... those people are genuiniely glad that you came in and make you feel that way. In many other tasting rooms, they treat you like you're just a freeloader there just to get a cheap buzz. Even when they charge for tasting.
Our team, named the Only-The-Rhonely by Laura, from a suggestion by Mat, was composed of myself, Larry & Laura, and Dave. As the only true athlete of this four- some, I was the natural choice for Athlete-In-Chief, responsible for instigating and maintaining a wicked & grueling training program to carry us to victory. We had had our first practice in SantaFe back in April. It did not inspire the quiet confidence that would later infuse our ranks. Over the intervening months, Dave was bowling several times a week in SanFrancisco, taking a few weeks of to attend his wedding. Larry & Laura also got in a few more practice sessions; but, alas, a heavy Spring fencing schedule interfered w/ my appearance on the KivaBowl lanes. But when you're a natural athlete... not to worry. Laura was responsible for devising the bowling shirts for the team, and a yoeman (and last-minute) job she did at that!! "Tacky" is probably the operational word here. K-Mart Shoppers specials, died black, with a grape cluster motif on the front pocket, "Only-The-Rhonely" across the back w/ another grape cluster, and each name emblazoned on the arm. As befiting my lofty position as Athlete-In-Chief, my shirt had A.I.C on the arm. Unfortunately, some of the other Rhone-n-Bowl opponents didn't comprehend the importance of the initials and asserted it stood for A**Hole In Charge. Double unfortunate, Laura also forgot to distinguish my importance by mounting the epaulets on the shoulders, which would've most assuredly drawn me the respect and utter reverence deservant to an Athlete-In-Chief!! Anyway, the Only-The- Rhonely was utterly resplendent in the black uniforms on that night at Wilson Lanes. But first we had to have the team training-table meal. This we did in fine form at Ian McPhee's Grill in Templeton. Finally, the team is assembled for the first time in its entirety: Dave & Claudia, Lenny & Denise, Larry & Laura, and, of course, their splendiferous A-I-C. McPhee's is one of my favorite restaurants in the Paso area, probably the first restaurant there of a quality that the area deserves. They did not disappoint tonight:
And then the wines start to come out; and it ain't mere schlock, nothing but good stuff. Many of the winemakers/teams had dinner afore & taken some special bottles, the leftovers showing up here on this most special night at Wilson Lanes. It was tough in that I'm badly torn to enter into my wine geek mode & start taking notes, but I fight off this urge. As the rest of the competition throws together teams, the Only-The-Rhonelys take a few practice rolls on Lane 13. From the aprehensive sidelong glances coming from the other lanes, it's clear that the O-t-Rs are THE team to beat. Mat makes a few preliminary announcements, asks us to form teams of 6; so we add Lenny to our squad (Laura had thoughtfully made up shirts for the non-bowling part of our contingent) and recruit Craig Jaffurs. Laura had even made an extra shirt (Laura is soooo good at doing these girl-type things!!) that she retrieved for Craig. We take some more practice rolls, scoff at and heap ridicule and derision at the pseudo-bowlers on neighboring lanes.... and then Mat throws us a curve in a blatent attempt to negate our vast training edge of the O-t-R team: the lights were turned out, the pins lit up w/ black-lights, some flashing multi-color strobe/disco lights turned on (obviously here for next week's Wet Bikini Contest), and a mister started spewing out fog throughout the lanes. Alas, it was all for nought; superior athletic skills always prevail in the end. Dave, a bit perplexed and nonplussed by the less-than-pristine bowling conditions comes thru w/ a very strong game; obviously the result of more dedicated practice. Larry, Laura (the only regular bowler, actually, on the team), and Lenny all have strong games in the mid-100's. Craig, who hadn't bowled in 25 yrs, once he figured out to remove his wallet and borrow Lenny's bowling shoes each frame, managed to roll a credible 93. At this point in time, the score for the Only-The-Rhonely's Athlete-In-Chief is classified at the highest level: Secret/National Security Information. Hopefully, Mat has, by now, destroyed the original scoring sheets. The Rhone-n-Bowl was a great way to launch the Raisin'Rhone Festival. Both the French and the Oz contingents were clearly having a great time, despite the language barriers (the Aussie's English wasn't that good, either). Back to TheCountryHouse Inn in a bit of a fog and crash. Saturday (June 20, 1998) Up early and take another boring bike ride on the flatlands here. As at last yrs Raisin' Rhones, the weather is atypically cold for Paso Robles, so bundle up well. Then off to the Mid-State Fairgrounds, venue for the RR'98 event, early to pick up my registration packet. There is a tent offering various RR items for sale; including these garish Kenny Volk tie-dyed T-shirts. The last item on the list was a "Dream Date" w/ Mat Garetson for $1,500. By the end of the Festival Sunday, the price had been dropped to $3.49 and STILL no takers!! Chat a bit w/ Margaret Smith of Toyon Press (former ZAP Executive Director) and buy a copy of Jane O'Riordon's (Bill Easton's wife, and caterer up in The Foothills) new book of Rhone-friendly reciepes and get her to autograph it for me. As we await the first seminar, visit w/ a few friends in the courtyard: Jim Cross (Vegas Jim) from Las Vegas, Bill Easton, Elaine & Manfred Krankl, Craig Jaffurs, Joel Butler, Dennis Schaeffer (wine author in Santa Brabara), Augie Hug, Kathy Marks-Hardesty (covering the event for the SLO paper). Mat makes some preliminary announcements and welcoming remarks over the PA system The first seminar I chose was titled "Viogniers: The Contrarians" and was supposed to address the "myth" that Viogniers don't age and are not food friendly, neither one of which I feel is valid. The food question was kind of neglected but they all spoke on the aging question. To me, that's pretty much a non-issue. Like the vast majority of wines, Viogniers change as they get older into some pretty interesting aged wines (see Marssanne remarks above). The go from being great sensuous experiences to great intelluctual experiences (sorta like some people I know!!). The wines of the world that go from being mean, ugly things in their youth and make dramatic developments in the bottle into beautiful majestic old wines are few and far between. I love the character of old, slightly nutty, toasty/oatmeal WhiteBurg because people have found that's exactly what old Burgs evolve into. They're not as accepting of that character in Viognier because all they've drunk are sensuous, fruit-driven young Viognier. Fortunately, this non-issue was not yapped to death by the panel. The panel was moderated by John Alban, whose French translations were impeccable (at least to my Kansas ear... but what would I know about proper French). Also were Yves Cuilleron, Francois Villard, and Josh Jensen. The two French guys looked a bit worse for the wear from the previous nights events, but then there was a lot of that running around this morning! Mostly the winemakers talked about how they grew and made Viognier; very interesting stuff. And some pretty intelligent questions from the audience. The wines tasted:
I have this image of all the WS people being self-absorbed, high-life-style, very self-promotional type of people just from the general tenor of the publication. They may be, but Tom was a very friendly easy-going sharp young man... the kind I wouldn't mind taking a bike ride with. In fact, that was the plan. During our visit, I had talked Adam Tolmach into bringing his mountain bike up to Paso & we'd do a bike ride one morning. Tom is an avid mtn biker and wanted to join us, so we all make plans to meet at 12th & Spring at 6:00 am the next morning a ride up Peachy Canyon Rd to Adelaida Rd & then back down to Paso, about the only decent uphill stuff around. Also try to talk David Darlington into joining us, since he had his bike along, but he seems a bit reluctant to commit to a 6:00 am outing. Finally, I'll get to do some (not-so-serious) uphill biking, as befitting a venerated Athlete-In-Chief!! So we eventually file back into the large Ag bldg for the afternoon seminar on Australian Rhones, moderated by Joel Butler. Joel & I go waaaay back to his early days at Boulder's Liquor Mart about '73-'74. He's one of the most knowledgeable wine people I've ever met, a great choice to lead this panel. The Aussies on this panel, whose English was, well.... so-so, are Adam Brock (Wynn's Coonawarra), Glen James (Leasingham), John Larchet (Frankland River Estate), Chester Osborn (d'Arenberg), and Brian Walsh (Yalumba). Chester took a lot of good-natured ribbing from the California winemakers during the weekend's event for having the guts to name a wine "The Janitor" and then being able to sell the stuff (referring, of course, to the stunning d'Arenberg Old Vine Grenache "The Custodian"). The panel discussion, with a lot of slides to go along with them, was extremely interesting; describing the origins of Shiraz & Grenache, growing conditions, etc. Again, a bunch of very intelligent questions from the floor. I thought the questioners were surprisingly gentle in the queries about the amount of oak in these wines. This set of wines was, overall, one of the most spectacular set of the Festival:
We all adjourn outside, where now the wind as picked up a bit (well.... quite a bit) and head down to the large pavillon where the afternoon's Grand Tasting venue is located. This is billed as a Library/Reserve tasting and many of the winemakers have brought very special wines for this. Armed w/ my trusty bright red wine spitoon, an intense demeanor, and trailing the erstwhile Laura, who is armed w/ a baguette in instant readiness to flail me a bit if my pace should slacken, I'm able to do some serious damage here to the wines being poured, right up to the bitter end at 6:30pm. Dave, Lenny, & Larry continually catch up w/ me to cheer me on to a more rapid pace and goad me a bit if it looks like I'm fading. That's what friends are for!! The notes for these wines are included in those below. Back to the Country House Inn to soak labels, shoot a few hoops outside w/ Skyler to clear out the cobwebs, and prepare for the evening's "Gang of Four" dinner. The "Gang of Four" dinner was a sit-down dinner of 4 courses prepared by Chris Cherry (Villa Creek), Rick Manson (Chef Rick's Ultimately Fine Food in Santa Maria), Tony Mantuano (Mantuano's Meditteranean Table in Chicago) and Laurent Grangien. With several hundred people here, they did a marvelous job in getting the food out for what was an excellent meal. Seating was at tables of 8, with each table hosted by a winemaker featuring his wines. Some of the tables had people reserved at them, but mostly you just wandered around until you found a table or winemaker that appealed to you. I decide to sit w/ my bowling teammate, Craig Jaffurs. Joining us is Kathy Hardesty-Marcks and Dan. Craig then goes to an adjacent table and recruits Bill Crawford (McDowell Vlly Vineyards) and his wife. At the next table over is Steve Edmunds and Cornellia, so we get the advantage of trying some of their wines, too. As the evening wore on & the noise level rose, there was much circulating amongst the tables w/ all sorts of people plying you w/ special wines to try. Towards the end, and not having the faithful Laura nearby to flog me w/ a baguette as my attention waned, I finally gave up on taking notes, so I tried probably some 25-30 wines, but only got notes for:
By the time the talks got around to being finished (John Alban received an award for his passionate promotion of Rhones in Calif) & things started to break up, it was midnight. I wander around the room browsing at bottles on other tables and see some absolutely amazing dead soldiers, some only half-dead. However, without my loyal F.I.C. (Flogger-In-Chief), I turn into a gutless wonder and exit the venue. Back to the Country House Inn in a bit (well... a lot) of a fog. Before hitting the sack, I load Mat's bike into the car & lay out my biking gear for the appointed time, now only 5 hrs away, with Adam & Tom for our assault on the daunting Peachy Canyon road. Normally, this grueling early-morning regimen would not be a problem. As I set the alarm clock for 5:15am, the little alarm button on the clock comes off in my mighty grip. I figure, what-the-hey, the clock is probably set OK, I just won't be able to shut the thing off. Besides, I will hear my wristwatch alarm go off at its normal 5:00am time. Fat chance!!! |
| Sunday (June 21, 1998)
The 5:00am wrist alarm goes off, at which time another 15minutes of sleep looks awfully good; so I go for it!! Dumb move. My eyes open to sunlight peeking in the window, and it's 7:30 am. Find out later from Tom that he & Adam were there right on time, waited a bit for me, then took off up the road. The get lost at the end of Peachy Canyon Rd & take a wrong turn, finally making their way back via Hwy 49 West, probably some 30 miles of biking. Next yr I'll take my own alarm clock. So go down to the schoolground & getting in some fencing drill, clean up, then off to the fairgrounds. Everybody here at 9:00 am this morning looks a bit worse-the-wear from the previous night. Chat a bit w/ Steve Edmunds & Cornelia & Bob Lindquist. The morning's first seminar is a Vertical of all the Edmunds St.John Durell Syrahs, '86-'95. That's a pretty daunting task at 9:30 in the morning. Furthermore, the wines were very similar stylistically, it was hard to pick out really distinguishing characteristics in each one. So the notes sound a lot the same. Before we file into the tasting venue there's a bit of nearby excitement. The guy (Mantuano) doing the lunch has fired up the Santa Maria BBQ grill & it gets a bit out of hand, flames leaping 8-10' into the air. Bet they don't do that in Chicago. Steve has got Durell Syrah from the very start. The Shiraz clone is planted there and Steve get his Syrah from two different blocks. Another block has gone to Kendall- Jackson but it's now being replanted due to phyloxerra and K-J will no longer take Durell Syrah. Which is fine... it always seemed a waste of good grapes, their Syrahs were pretty uninspiring. Last yr, the Durell Vineyard was sold, but Steve will continue to get his two blocks of grapes. I've followed pretty much all of Steve's wines from the very start. The early ones struck me as a bit unclean/bretty/funky, sorta on the rustic side; but I was very attracted to them because they were packed w/ flavor, very interesting, and I thought showed a lot of potential. Steve claims that the stinkiness was not brett. Probably just in a reduced condition; Steve bottles his wines pretty early so he can have room in his cellar for the next crush coming on. Like many young red wines that I encounter that sometimes have a funky/fecal/stinky/reduced smell to them, if the flavor is there on the palate; they oftentimes come thru that in fine form. And this was exactly the case w/ Steve's early Durells. I was very much impressed by how these wines were developing. Many of them were still young wines. It is clear that the Edmunds St. John Durell Syrah is one of the very top- ranked tier of Syrah in Calif and I would claim world-class Syrah; not Rhone, but clearly world-class. Anyway, the wines:
Beat a hasty exit & head over to the bldg where the Northern Rhone Reds seminar is being held. Panelists are Yves Gangloff, Francois Villard, Yves Cuilleron, John Little (Jaboulet), Marc Laderriere (Delas Freres), and Ehren Jordan (Verset via Kermit Lynch); with Ehren leading the discussion and doing a terrific job in the translation. I make a quick pass thru Laura's set of wines and very much wish I'd been able to do this seminar too. We all then adjourn to bright sunshine in the picnic area for lunch. Ever the wine geek, I head directly to the tables first to try:
Led by the hilarious Reverend Bob Cranston, titular leader of the WorldWide Church of the Holy Rhone, he gets a rousing start to the "American Rhone Visionaries" panel with John Alban, Bill Crawford, Bill Easton, Gary Eberle, Steve Edmunds, Randall Graham (making a last-minute appearance w/ a crowd that he would not normally hang out with... wonder what Mat did to lean on him so hard. Randall managed to get in "counterintuitive" twice within the first 2 minutes of his speil!!), David Lake (Columbia), Alan LeBlanc-Kinne (HortonVineyards), Bob Lindquist, and Kevin Hamel (Preston Vineyards). It was an extremely interesting panel that offered some very good glimpses of the earliest yrs of the Rhone movement in Calif. Notably absent from the panel was Joe Phelps or Craig Williams, a serious oversight, IMHO. Most interesting was Gary Eberle's recounting how in the late '70's, Estrella earned far more from the nursery sales of Syrah vines than from sales of the actual Syrah wine; how he first came out w/ 10,000 cs of Syrah in a market that was ready for 1,000 cases (it should be pointed out that a fair amount of that '88 Syrah, in little redwood boxes, wound up in LosAlamos!)... "talk about dominating a market". The wines served:
After one full week of non-stop wining (by me) and whining (by my entourage), the spirit is beginning to flag a bit. But I gamely head out to the Grand Pavillon for the last Grand Tasting. Afore I could whip out my spitoon & get to work, I notice my F.I.C. (Flogger-In-Chief) Laura headed towards me with upraised baguette. I immediately seize the nearest baguette, prepared to defend myself this time. She executes a vicious thrust to my 4-line, which I deftly deflect w/ a counter-parry 6. Her quick ballestra attack to the 6-line is evaded by a double retreat and a graceful leap onto the nearest table. Yves Cuilleron goes gaw-gaw has bottles of Condrieu are scattered in the melee, assuming brilliant swordplay was strictly in the French purview. The F.I.C.'s brutal flesche attack to the 7-line is halted by a parry-4 and a fist to the chops. A cloud of baguette crumbs rises into the air as the crowd gathers in awe. Her coupe to the 8-line is stopped dead by a pris-du-pain to the low-line. I, gazelle-like, leap into the rafters and.... whoops, wrong trip report!! So hi-ho hi-ho, it's off to work I go w/ my trusty spitoon. The notes below include those from the previous day's Library/Reserve tasting. The order is alphabetic w/ some editorial comments on some wineries:
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