by Jenise » Sun Apr 28, 2013 2:19 pm
Once upon a time I did not care for pinot noir, but signed up for a special wine tasting featuring eleven 1990 Burgundies (all poured and laid out in front of me at the same time in proper stemware), and which lineup included two DRC's and a Leroy. I did not expect to love the wines--I'd never had burgundy before, only Cali pinots--but signed up anyway considering it essential to my wine education. But love I did. I had never smelled anything so darned grand, not even close. Never before had wine contemplation made me want to become tiny so that I could swim in the bowl: smelling it, tasting it wasn't enough, I wanted immersion. The Leroy was my favorite.
Probably because it was the first time and maybe the only time I've ever been presented with the luxury I came to understand that evening was, I've never had another experience so profound. And though it may require a certain virgin state to have the same impact that it once did, if I could have another bottle of a young Leroy Auxey Durress from a rich, ripe year on the very last day of my life in which I was to taste wine, it might just convince me that if there were no heaven waiting beyond then that glass of heaven right here on earth is the next best thing.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov