Saturday 23 January 2010

A long, hard month

Obviously I have not written anything for three weeks because I have nothing to say because I am on the wagon and life is too fearful to even contemplate something like putting a few words together.
My January misery was anticipated and compounded perfectly by this bottle of 1967 Chambertin which I had been keeping for a special occasion and New Year's Eve 2009 seemed as good a time as any. It was 100% sodding oxidised.
A faint light is glimmering however, as The Intrepid One is pitching up next Saturday on his way back from The Dark Continent so a few bottles will be on the table and January can go whistle.

6 comments:

Affer said...

Hard luck! A fair year, the '67 - not as good as the '66 or '69, my Sotheby's suggests that 30 years is about the limit for a Burgundy.

Can you get Nicolas or Hirondelle and put it into the Chambertin bottle? Sheikh Savage will be so thirsty, he won't know......

Ron Combo said...

Good idea Affer. I'll load up on a load of cheap kit from Lidl for him, he's never been that fussy.
It was a shame about the Burgundy. I spoke to someone who knows his onions, as it were, and he said there was a 50/50 chance it might be drinkable. Hey ho.

Vinogirl said...

That must have been disappointing Ron, hope you had a little something in reserve...like a wonderful Italian wine that you could actually drink!

Peter Ashley said...

Great pic of bottle, and of you photographing it.

Diplomate said...

Oh Ron what a ghastly disappointment. If it's any help my booze trade brother in law found a '79 Dom Perignon "Presentation" bottle gathering dust, and opened it with much warning about not expecting much, maybe even a complete failure etc - it turned out to be quite delicious , turning amber but still plenty of fizz and a very different drink - what a success. I was also rather taken with musty smells that could be gathered from the felt line presentation box which had to be opened delicately with an axe. MORE AGE !

Toby Savage said...

You are so right Ron. I'll drink anything! A month without so much as a drop. The only thin shred of joy coming in the form of 0.3% Becks. A rough calculation confirmed we would have to drink 300 pints each. Bouchard eh. Good outfit. Passed their Beaune mansion on the way south a month (lifetime) ago.