Shrinking violets

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At least I thought they were. It’s been two and a half years since I committed infanticide on a bottle of Clape’s 2014 Côtes du Rhône. Back then on a balmy summer evening in the company of all new Bordelaise ex-Quebecoise and born in Reims Sophie Suraniti it screamed two things: Put me back in the bottle, you oaf! And Violets.

Heady, perfumed violets.

So last night, with Elodie’s standard Lentilles et Saucisses comfort food, it was time for a re-visit. I am somewhat Beaujolais-ed out at the moment, so time to slip down the Rhône the other side of Lyon  to Cornas. Clape’s 2014 Côtes du Rhône was just right; much more consistent than Guigal, and boy, do I get bored by that wine, and more sturdy and solid than Charvin’s elegant grenache laden version from Chateauneuf du Pape.

In the new-found, and irritatingly grating lingo of wine geeks, this was “pnp” – pop and pour, so no decanter. Possibly a mistake as I could not find a violet at all, not a petal. A deep ruby, with soft but firm tannin and Syrah’s tell-tale meaty aromas, but no violets.

At first.

Suddenly half an hour in, a burst of floral uproar, “born glorious summer“. An amazing and sudden transformation that took my discipline to the limit – leaving half the bottle for tomorrow was a feat of self-denial.

But then I had had a couple of Palo Cortados before dinner.

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About matthewhayesbrognon

Wine Merchant
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