I feel ill
Had a lovely time down in Blenheim today, but, struth, was the plonk variable. It was at a Montana winery, and the Terraces Pinot Noir 2004 was perfect. But then we got fed the new Montana Chardonnay Brut Cuvée. Let’s say I’ve had better. We can beat the Euros on non-bubbly, but, Christ, we have a long way to go on the méthode traditionelle if this is representative of something to write home about. I apologize for taking the Lord’s name in vain. Maybe I am a champagne snob but I was drinking seven or eight glasses without feeling a thing (other than enjoying the wine) in Champagne. Here, there is something wrong with the bubbly, and carbon dioxide is most likely to blame.