This wine was the very first bottle I opened in 2000 when my shipment of mixed cases arrived after my en primeur purchase. Bought it all on a lark because I could drink it all right away in a massive horizontal tasting, I reasoned. It had traveled, but I pulled the first bottle from a case blind: Grand Puy Lacoste, it said; I said (to my wife, Lynn) let's open it. I held my breath; Lynn took a sniff and sip. "This is the best wine I have ever tasted." Granted, we were novices then, but first impressions mean a lot. Didn't tell Lynn on Saturday night that it was the same wine that elicited her famous (to me) line, which she would never remember anyway. She sniffed and sipped the nine-year-old wine, which critics place at the very end of its plateau. "This is great! Wonderful! What is it?" I told her without the reference and I concurred. On top of a lovely, complex, still sexy, but now deep and foresty, nose, it had that silky sweetness, not of sugar, but of graceful age. Lots of cedar, so you would know it was a Pauillac, and a very long finish, which is new. How delightful. I'll buy the rest of the bottles over time, as I have bought all the others the shop owner had, out of a sense of responsibility, and pure hedonism - or love. Apparently no one else in Clifton Park, New York liked them. They rested from Y2K unmolested.
But I saw that tower. And then the price: $15!!! It looked like a bottle of Latour, and it was a 2005 Bordeaux, albeit a Cru Bourgeois, but a Medoc! My God it was/is very good! Very drinkable and tasty. What a huge gap in price between it (which I discovered rated 88 to 90 Parker points when I went back for the other 11 bottles) and a 2005 Latour, which you can't even drink, costs...I don't even know.
