Archive for the ‘Wines of the world in danger’ Category

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In which the Negress offers a BOLO and pops her cork

February 19, 2012
Green grow the grapes but they will ripen in time

We're all waiting on a harvest of some kind or another, no?

Your beloved Negress has been absent from her little corner of the bandwidth universe because she is getting Uncorked weekly, glorying in a new job and preparing for a convoluted solution to an ongoing health problem. She’s also been digging some tunes and reconnecting with pals old and new.

So, the new job. It’s a good one and it lets the Negress work as hard as she wants and enjoy the gains from that work. She can also help people, advocate for a company culture that has no peers in a business usually awash in short-term thinkers and brain-dead leadership. Thanks to some Federal regulations, she’s not going to say more than that here, but she’s very happy.

As for wine, a 21-day course of Augmentin has put almost all of her alcohol consumption on hold. This particular antibiotic leaves a metallic taste on everything. Add Prednisone and inhaled steroids, and wine is no fun. Woodford Reserve slices through the effluvia like a well-sharpened knife, but the Negress is too busy and happy to slip into an uncontrolled stupor. Also, she’s about to put her debilitating allergies where they belong. These drugs are a prelude to an effective protocol that should allow her to go outdoors with less agony.

However, she is still writing about wine. Thanks to the generosity of the folks at Nomad Editions, she executes a weekly column for Uncorked magazine, which is designed for tablet consumption, but can be viewed on any screen. You can get the app from iTunes, and view sample issues. Going all in costs a budget-friendly $9.99 annually. Read. Comment. Drink. It’s all to the good.

As for the tunes, the Negress caught both halves of the annual Chicago Bluegrass and Blues Festival. The first, headlined by David Grisman and Del McCroury, was satisfying, especially when the old “dawgs’ teamed up on a tribute to Bill Monroe (McCroury, now 72 with hair as immobile as Mitt Romney’s, was one of Monroe’s Bluegrass Boys). The Negress also gives big props to the Auditorium Theatre at Roosevelt University, which is beautiful and acoustically perfect.

While she does appreciate that Jerry Garcia’s love of  American string band and acoustic music led a lot of Deadheads to embrace the bluegrass way, she fervently hopes they learn how to behave. This is not to say they have to go all Bluebird Cafe solemn and silent, but all that hairy-footed Hobbit dancing accessorized by patchouli and Hacky Sacks is hard to take. The Negress almost screamed, “The last train to the Shire is leaving in 15 minutes. Haul it, friends.” But she demonstrated the restraint they seemed incapable of.

The next weekend was another story. The Negress headed to the Congress Theatre to check out theDrive-By Truckers,  Joe Pug and Dawes. Pug and the Truckers were transcendent and fine, with Pug winning points for doing Joe Ely’s “All Just to Get to You,” and making the original recede in memory. The Congress sounds like shit, unless you stand in the back under the balcony, but it had the right ramshackle fin-de-siecle feel for the proceedings. The Negress loves the Truckers unconditionally and thinks the songs about the frayed seaminess of the “New” South capture a sense of place and time like few others. As for Dawes, color this colored unimpressed. Everything felt watery and mellow in a way that makes you wish that the worst Chicago winter would descend on everyone you hate who lives in tropical climes and you have all the windshield scrapers and shovels. The Negress is sorry she’s been gone so long. It won’t happen again. Next up musically: Lez Zeppelin (March 9) and Rodrigo y Gabriela (April 12).

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Negress offers alternative reading matter

November 29, 2011

The Negress is busy busy busy achieving NaNoWriMo nirvana, but if you want some reading matter in the meantime, check out this list from band of Thebes of LGBTQ recommendations.

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Four bottles (2 California Pinot Noirs), one Series 7 exam and making the writing thing more disciplined with NaNoWriMo

November 6, 2011

The Negress has been in the midst of a whirlwind of food poisoning, medication titration, power knitting, yarn shopping, concert going (which led to booty shaking) and some more career whipsawing. There’s been a little time for wine and since she wants to get these empties out of the house, she’ll start there. Ordinarily, the Negress had been avoiding California Pinot Noir for a while since, post-Sideways, many producers got into the Pinot business as though delivering a delicious version of this persnickety grape required the same skill that it takes to make Kool Aid. The Golden State was awash in oceans of indifferent Pinot. It made the Negress want to smack Paul Giamatti in the mouth even though it was not his fault at all. However, thanks to her ongoing association with the Cellars of Sonoma wine club, she was able to quaff a pair of fabulous Pinots recently. The first was 2008 TR Elliott Three Plumes Pinot Noir (abv 14.6%) from the Russian River Valley. Winemaker Teddy Elliott put together five barrels from his Hallberg Vineyard and one barrel from the O’Connell Vineyard. The best Pinot Noirs whisper and the really good ones whisper dirty little nothings to your palate. Three Plumes is one of the good ones and, at $42, is a lovely special occasion wine that doesn’t require a credit default swap.

Johnny Oduya, one of my hockey future ex-husbands, now with the Winnipeg Jets

Johnny Oduya, on the hockey part of the future ex-husband list and my NaNoWriMo inspiration

Before moving on to next Pinot, this is a good spot to announce that I failed the Series 7 securities license exam by 4 points. This ended my pre-employment journey with an excellent financial services company, but it also put me on the road to somewhere very different. More about that as it develops.

You should love the James Family Cellars 2008 Stony Point Vineyard Pinot Noir ($35 but some discounted supplies remain, 13.8% abv) as well. This is a richer Pinot that will likely be enjoyed by those who like big fruit wines. Normally, when Pinot Noir gets artificially engorged by crafty vinification, things can get ugly. The James Family, who should not be mocked for using the words “world-class” and “artisanal” on their labels, walked a tightrope here and landed gracefully.

One of the better-kept secrets among wineaux is the loveliness of Merlots from the North Fork of Long Island. Much of that region suffers a bit from economies of scale — in short, most of the wine is pricier than its quality merits. But exceptions should be made for just about all the Merlots I’ve tried. My favorite is the Bedell Cellars Reserve Merlot. The 2006 vintage (13% abv, only available in minute quantities through the wine club) benefited from it being a warm year. This wine is ripe without being overblown. Think Lena Olin, not Anna Nicole Smith.

The Negress also lucked onto a surprising wine at her local WineStyles (small national chain of wine stores; some of which do online shipping).  The 2009 Finca La Linda Bonarda (14.3% abv) was going for $10 a bottle at last count. This one hails from the Mendoza region of Argentina. Bonarda is a bit like the Petit Verdot of Argentina. It rarely shows up alone. Too bad. This one is a little figgy with some red fruit. It went well with some spicy foods and drank well without food, although the Negress avoids doing that lately.

The blog has been quite of late, and it will remain so for the rest of this month. The Negress has thrown her lot in with the folks at National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo, so she’s hoping to have a 65,000 word draft for a memoir by Thanksgiving. She and the members of the ChiWriMo region are busy when they aren’t knitting. Stay tuned.

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The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Follies and falling down again

October 2, 2011

So the Negress went to New York, saw some friends, did her Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame duty and then received a bottle of Paumanok Vineyards 2010 Chenin Blanc. The vintage is sold out and she can easily see why. The wines drinks well with or without food and is delightfully only 12% abv. Upon returning to Chicago, the Negress polished it off in about three sittings and wanted more. But she settled for some of her Bonny Doon 2009 Ca del Solo Albarino and was pretty happy.

However, while she was in New York, it was the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and the air was thick with potential threats, backed up traffic and vehicle searches. Whether the atmosphere or various other annoying input was the cause, the Negress fell down in Union City, scraped herself up a bit and wondered if other things might be getting to be wrong.

So she sought one of those bad ideas that should be banished from the kingdom. She drank a bunch of Pinot Noir and went to see the new production of “Follies,” with Bernadette Peters and an astonishing Jan Maxwell. The inevitable blood sugar crash made sure she missed quite a bit of the lengthy first act, but she pretty much liked it overall (also there’s a production here in Chicago that might be worth a comparison).

In the background of all of this were her attempts to absorb the material she needs to know for her upcoming Series 7 exam. The Negress can take tests but her usual flypaper memory had been undercut by a few too many sleepless nights and a some other annoyances of middle age. She also knows her family history of troubled brain chemistry. So meds were adjusted, she’s feeling better and has almost gotten a handle on the exam prep. So the next thing to do was face the music.

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Rosé and summer: perfect together unless it’s Mateus

July 15, 2011

Remember those  frigid interludes in  the nation’s midsection? The Negress does and she’s trying to forget them. Some memories don’t need backing up. Now summer is upon  as a tractor trailer comes upon an armadillo in the middle of the Texas interstate. Grisly image aside, how can you not be thinking of rosé  right now?

If you remember the song lyric “get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose,” (blame Bernie Taupin for that one with Sir Elton John aiding and abetting) you probably flinch at the thought of extended exposure to rosé. Visions of sticky pink, slightly fizzy, sweet wine crowd out thoughts of pleasantly lazing by various bodies of water with the piquant smell of barbecue smoke in the background. The  Negress knows. She’s been there and she’s here to help.

how not to drink rose

Just get juiced and hang loose but drink something else the Negress begs you

Most wineauxs worth their salt and  pricey education will point novice rosé drinkers to the South of France. Places like the Languedoc and Provence do produce some intensely quaffable wines, but, hey, the Negress lives, slightly underemployed,  in the real world and prefers not to contemplate refinancing her modest abode just to buy some summer wines.

So, after a trip to the local wine store with very little coin in her purse, she came up with these picks:

2008 Casa Silva Colcahgua Valley Rosé – The deep color of this Chilean wine is enticing, but things get even better when it’s in the glass. An off-tart blend of red currant and strawberry on the palate, the wine blends Syrah and Carmenere for a rosé that’s got a little more heft than its pinker counterparts. We could see this wine cozying up to heartier summer foods like grilled pork loin or salmon steaks. It’s also delicious as a porch pounder of sorts for those afternoons where firing up the grill or turning on the oven seems like too much effort to expend. Also, say you have a friend who is adamant that wine should always be red and uses dismissive epithets to narrow his or her drinking. Pour that narrow-minded soul a glass of this that’s been properly chilled. Watch the joy that suffuses their being with each sip. Save your smug look until they’ve drained the glass.  The price on this gem is usually not more than about 12 bucks a bottle. Lay in a supply for the warmer months  and you will not go wrong.

2010 Bonny Doon Vin Gris de Cigare – The folks at Palate Press called the 2008 edition of this wine one of the finest wines they had ever tasted.  The latest edition is a pale pink and, according to the Dooniverse website, can benefit from 6-12 months of additional time in bottle. Winemaker Randall Grahm has been playing with the skin contact for this wine with recent vintages, and the playing around has paid off nicely with a palate dominated by pale red fruits and some hint of mint.  If you’re itching to drink this now, there’s a bit of the 2008 left for sale and shipping from the winery, but if you’re one of those type A personalities who is planning next summer while enjoying this one, you can lay in a supply of the 2010 for next year this time. The Negress would  join you but she’s too busy roasting tomatillos.

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“ATV” Wines: Albariño, Torrontes and Viura Offer the Perfect Breezy, Summer Ride

July 14, 2011
Martin Codax albarino

Albarino should mean "summer" in Spanish

If you think “ATV,” you no doubt conjure some squat vehicle with knobby tires hurtling over dunes or climbing hillocks, spraying dirt in its wake.  It’s a vivid picture, but the Negress would like for you to change your focus.

As we have officially drilled down into summer, it’s nice to have some white wines on hand that aren’t as predictable as Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Grigio have become. Welcome to ATV Negress style – Albariño, Torrontes and Viura.

You can find Torrontes from Argentina pretty much at any wine emporium. It’s an ethereal wine with a floral note or two on the nose and bright, crisp acidity. It’s more green apple than citrus on the palate. We love this wine with relaxed, cool summer fare such as salads and flaky, white fish (don’t bring out the bluefish with this wine. The oily flesh will just beat it about the head and face.) You’ve probably seen Crios de Susana Alba Torrontes around. It’s the bottle with the hand on a green label. It is to be hoped the label will not give rise to a “body part” label theory as did the “critter label” canard of recent memory. The Crios is a nice value wine with little variation from year to year.

But the Negress found a slightly more upscale Torrontes she liked. The 2009 Vida Organica Torrontes from Mendoza clocks in at around $20, smells a bit of honeysuckle and went nicely with a spicy chicken dish she threw together. You can find the Vida Organica, which sports a synthetic cork, at Whole Foods. Guess everything can’t be organic.

All right, let’s move onto Spain and Albariño. There’s been a little bit of an Albariño boomlet of late. It doesn’t compare the Gruner Veltliner explosion of a few years back, but it’s picking up steam. This is not a bad thing by any stretch. Albariño is food-friendly, not hideously expensive and widely available. The best examples have a cutting acidity with some citrus, peach or almond notes. It’s mostly found in the Rias Baixas region of Spain. The grape is also a big player in the Portuguese Vinho Verde realm. Like its Iberian neighbor, Albariño is not a wine you cellar. Drink it early and often.

You’ve probably seen the Paco and Lola Albariño since it has a distinctive polka dot label. You won’t go wrong with it, but the Negress also recommends the 2009 Martin Codax Albariño. The price circles $20 with intent. We adored the lime on the nose and the mouth-watering acidity.

Lastly, Viura is kind of a sleeper. It can be found in the Rioja and Navarra regions. The Negress tried the 2009 Vega Sindoa from Navarra, but found it a little disappointing. First, it’s 25 percent Chardonnay and it’s picked up enough oak to make us think of a barn-raising. If you like noticeable oak, you’ll love it. If you don’t, the 2008 El Coto from Rioja is all Viura and quite fresh and intensely aromatic.

 

 

 

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In which the Negress envisions how the Devils should have won the Stanley Cup

June 20, 2011

The Negress saw a different Stanley Cup final than you did. You see, on April 2, 2007, her beloved New Jersey Devils fired Boston Bruins coach Claude Julien so general manager Lou Lamoriello could coach the team for the rest of the season. The Negress would like to think that if Claude had stuck around, it would be the Devils pushing the Cup around in a baby stroller to some suburban Jersey bars. She might even imagine a parade in Newark, a city that could use a parade now and then.

Johnny Oduya and me. I'm now in Chicago. He's in Winnipeg

The good old days: Johnny Oduya and a writer

But things didn’t work out that way. Julien had exactly what he needed to win the cup. Goalie Tim Thomas made his net all but impregnable and Zdeno Chara really screwed with the Sedin brothers rhythm. It reminded me of how Scott Stevens and Ken Daneyko didn’t have to hit people to make them wary of crossing the blue line. Martin Brodeur, perhaps the best goalie of his generation, could play like Thomas and leave opponents shaking their heads in wonder and dismay.

As much as the Negress likes to cling to this dream, she knows Julien wouldn’t have had a prayer if he had stayed in New Jersey. Brodeur paid for his Iron Man youth with long stretches lost to injury. Patrik Elias isn’t getting any younger and as much as the Negress likes him, she wishes the Devils had traded him three seasons ago. Adding Ilya Kovalchuk to the mix just destroyed the team’s ability to defend. People may have thought watching the Devils spring that neutral zone trap on folks was dull, but it was effective.

Since Julien’s departure, the Devils have blown through several coaches including one of the Sutters, the return of Jacques Lemaire and a little time with John MacLean. None of them were around long enough to shoulder blame. The Negress throws the whole spewing mess at Lamoriello’s feet. Lamoriello’s preference for American players and his salary cap illiteracy have turned the team into one part nostalgia act (Jason Arnott came back. Why?) and one part nursery school recess (trading Johnny Oduya after losing Paul Martin and leaving Colin White as the brains of your defensive unit was at best laughable). She loves her Devils still and yet, but is skeptical about the future.

Meanwhile the Canucks don’t rest Luongo enough, and it certainly showed at the end of the finals. The Cup needs to go back to Canada soon. While the Negress knows it’s well appreciated in Boston, it’s just not the same.

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In which the Negress drinks some Viura and wonders about her reader

June 6, 2011

The Negress often tries to imagine her reader. She is of the mind that every blog has one reader and that reader is not necessarily the blog’s author. She slogged through endless hours at the National Restaurant Show and almost rethought her entire relationship to food (vegan “chicken”: threat or menace?). She dithered and dawdled and saw one fine assignment

El Coto Viura from Rioja

Some juice for idle thoughts

evaporate but it was replaced by another that is pleasing but possibly not as lucrative. She also addressed her insurance career, spent some money and became secure but not exactly busy. She found a couple of new blogs – Babette Bakes and  Jewette. She fell in love with other people’s writing at the Chicago Lit Fest and felt the tug of the books inside her (they may explain her colon woes). Should she write them? So, while enjoying a nice Viura from Rioja (opened for cooking until she smelled the deadly perfume of expired chicken), she decided to think while wasting bandwidth. She figures her reader won’t mind so much if she tells said reader the name of the Viura (El Coto 2008. The Negress likes to be helpful.) She helped teach some people to knit and was reminded that she is not entirely impatient with teaching, but she likes teaching motivated, smart people. These are in short supply, especially as candidates for public office.

So, the Negress may do something about all of the above but the trick will be figuring out which wins out over the other — a return to life in the daily journalism world, the somewhat quixotic desire to try to be more political than she is now (there’s an extraordinary civil rights battle going on in this country right now and if you know anyone who is LGBT, you probably have some idea. If you think you don’t know anyone who is LGBT, you are delusional) or write books. Perhaps there’s room for all of the above. But, for right now, she’s getting some more Viura.

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2008 Bonneau Petit Sirah, 2006 Silverado Merlot, 2006 Fantesca Cabernet Sauvignon and 2007 Krutz Family Cellars Stagecoah Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon

May 20, 2011

The Negress lined up these four wines because she wanted to share a few thoughts about them before she completely forgot she had drunk them. This is how you can tell she writes drinking notes, not tasting notes.  Most these wines met their end when she cooked a Rick Bayless tomatillo salsa verde braised pork loin so note the pairing for those of you who note such things. Anyway, She was charmed by all of the wines for different reasons. First the 2008 Bonneau Petit Sirah is a big but graceful wine that doesn’t pitch off the cliff into jamminess. As is usually the case, you won’t easily find this outside of California but a quick click over to Cellars of Sonoma (full disclosure: I belong to their club) can remedy that.  The Silverado 2006 Merlot is also a club-only wine with a little being sold direct at the winery. The Negress is ferociously partial to the North Fork Merlots and usually finds their Cali counterparts to be blanketed with fleecy tannins and very little structure. Well, not this Merlot. It’s got structure, some blackberry and is, well, a bright and happy wine.

The Negress is nursing shoulder injury (not sure what it is but it seems to be improving thanks). She might have gotten it lifting the Fantesca bottle. The bottle feels full even when it’s empty. Perhaps this weightiness is a good match for a Spring Mountain Napa Cabernet, but methinks it just adds to the price. The Negress brought this wine back from a Wine Writers Symposium a coupe of years ago. A little more bottle age seems to have been OK, but the Negress felt this wine was just OK. She loves some of the wines from the Spring Mountain AVA and expected to love this one. Place it under the usual suspects category.

Lastly, the 2007 Krutz Family Cellars Stagecoach Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon is a bottle from the winery’s limited edition artist’s series. The Negress got hers from Cellars of Sonoma, and it made sense why they would feature this Napa cab in their club. The wine was supple, nimble and exciting with nice but not engorged fruit. Not sure how much of this is left, but it ‘s worth seeking out.

All of these wines weigh in at between 14.5 and 14.8 percent alcohol bu volume. As has often been said, 14 is the new 12.

Not long after you read this, the Negress is heading off to the National Restaurant Association show here in Chicago. You can follow her doings there over at FoodserviceDailyNews on their Twitter feed @FoodTalkToday.

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Jack Stuart of Benessere Vineyards and the Napa Vintage Perspective tasting

March 20, 2011

The Negress finished up her time in Napa by avoiding some of the usual pitfalls of the pre-Premiere Napa Valley events. She could have gone to all the AVA tastings, greeting the sheep at Spring Mountain, straining to hear over the throngs tasting auction lots. But this year, it was time for a change. She did start off by doing the Pinot Noir division of the Napa Vintage Perspective tasting at the Rudd Center for Wine Studies at the CIA. Then she ended up chatting with Jack Stuart over at Benessere Vineyards. Stuart had been the winemaker at Silverado until 2004. In short, more perspective. Some of the Pinot vintages were oaky fruit bombs. One producer, I just wrote “indifferent across the board.” Life is too short to drink indifferent wine. The Negress brought up her disappointment with the tasting to Stuart, and he offered the following: “I think some of the young wine makers haven’t been around long enough to know what a traditional Pinot Noir tastes like. American new oak is too much for Pinot. It’s a more delicate wine.”

Wine writers tasting Pinot Noir at the Napa Perspective tasting

All work and no play makes for a dull wine life

At Benessere, which took over the old Charles F. Shaw winery (yeah Chuck’s old haunt before his name was sold and slapped on oceans of plonk), they made 124 cases of 2008 Pinot Nero. But the majority of their 4,000 to 5,000 case production is Sangiovese, Zinfandel and Pinot Grigio. The half bottle of 2006 Sangiovese the Negress took with her back to Meadowood paired nicely with a venison entrée. She’s waiting to try the Zins, regular and the Black Glass, on a suitable occasion. She tasted the regular Zin at the winery, but only remembers that it was light on its feet.

We also sampled the 2010 Pinot Grigio, which is the first vintage that is Stuart’s from start to finish. Most people’s gateway Pinot Grigio is Santa Margherita, and that’s deeply unfortunate. The wine is crazy out of balance and almost syrupy. When Stuart arrived at Benessere, his goal was to make the Pinot Grigio less sweet. He has succeeded and maintained the varietal’s distinct minerality.

Stuart took his cue from the climate of the Alto Adige in Italy, where the weather is cool. His Pinot Grigio is on 42 acres in Carneros, which is also a cool growing area thanks to the moderating influence of San Pablo Bay. The juice is cold temperature fermented in stainless steel, and then spends some time in old barrels.

One thing Stuart was conscious of when he came to Benessere was that he was coming to a place where he admired the wines they were making, but he knew that he couldn’t make any sudden changes. He did ended up toning down the sweetness of the Pinot Grigio, but it was, “a controlled evolution.”

During his days at Silverado, Stuart supervised some replanting of the vineyards, especially after a 1986 phylloxera outbreak. Current Silverado general manager Russ Weis said the wider spacing of the vines was a leftover from the old days, but Stuart said they used 4×6 and 6×8 spacing and it was relatively recent. “They’re not as narrow as some, and we did change to headtrained, cane-pruned vines from the cordon and spur training.”

The Negress threw out an analogy to winemaking and Oscar fashions. In the days of Bjork and her swan and Kim Basinger and her mermaid tail, errors in judgment shone out like shook foil. Now, with everyone being guided by stylists, the jaw dropping miscues are gone, but blandness has seized the day. Isn’t this as true of wine where “meh” has replaced “Ewwww” as the watchword?

Stuart  stopped judging wine competitions because of the “Ewwww” factor.

“When I did judge, out of tasting a dozen wines, the most powerful, odd wine made the strongest impression and they would usually get acknowledged,” Stuart said.

But Stuart also acknowledges the difference between tasting professionally and drinking.

“I had a nice spatlese Riesling when I was out for dinner the other night and it went well with the chicken and couscous. But I was also with good friends and it was a lovely night. When I was working on the Pinot Grigio, I shut the door of my office and tasted without any distractions. I was looking for flaws and ways the wine was off-kilter. But you have to separate work from play.”

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