Tonight, we chose to celebrate the last weekend before the beginning of the new semester by having a roasted chicken for dinner and open a "Friday night Bordeaux." Jean coyly asks if I mind if she chooses the wine and, when I answer in the negative, she hops down the cellar and re-emerges with a brown-bagged bottle of claret.
Mystery Claret:
color: dark, inky going slightly brick at the edges
nose: initially, very young and fruity, with an intense whack of cedar and pencil lead and a hint of spice; after sitting in the glass for 10 minutes, it's transformed to soy sauce, herbs, dark fruit, cedar and a hint of butterscotch
palate: medium body, fully resolved tannins, healthy acidity, plummy fruit, earthy undertones
My guess was a Mèdoc from the mid-'90s and I settle on '96. Jean then unveils the bottle to reveal the 1990 Chateau Pichon-Longueville Baron. OK, so maybe the slightly roasted character should have tilted me more toward a hot year like '90, but the wine seemed just too damn youthful to be 18 years old. The cork was also a marvel, looking like it could have gone another 20 years without breaking a sweat. After our first glass, we decanted the rest of the bottle and enjoyed the more evolved nose and flavors of the decanted wine.
Mark Lipton