Also picked up at Cave de l’Insolite, a storeful of exotica. Julien is the son of the (infamous?) Claude Courtois and this wine is called 100%, no doubt because it is every inch gamay. Though sealed with a natural cork, the bottle neck was covered in a baby blue plastic equivalent of the red wax seal. As I struggled to open it without irradiating too much of a mess, I thought of those among us who won’t buy a bottle unless they can twist the metal foil around. Not just an idle thought because I wonder how much exchange with the outside air these enclosures allow, an issue of greater importance with low SO2 wines because of their increased vulnerability to premature ageing.
In any case, the cork looked good and the smell from the bottle neck was promisingly exotic, a nice mix of old leather, rubber and spice. Sniffing the glass, Marcia and I gagged at the same time: never have I experienced such violent barnyard. Can only be reduction. Marcia keeps saying sulfur and I keep saying how can it be sulfur if there’s almost no sulfur added? She says maybe it’s endogenous but I wonder if endogenous sulfur is ever high enough to generate such a mighty stink. The other word that comes to mind is brett, often seen in these pages, but of which I must confess

Anyway, the stink is such that nothing else comes through on the nose. The mouth says bright, fresh acidity, and there’s infinitely less dog poop there, at this point a quantum of solace. Marcia disagrees with the dog poop characterization, thinking it too strong. She sees it more as rotten eggs.
After more than an hour, the barnyard/reduction/dogpoop/brett/rotteneggs diminishes and eventually fades, leaving nothing behind but more acidity than fruit.
In short, a bust. Must be a victim of low SO2, the "bacteriological time bomb" thing. So at this point I am wondering if a conventional seal (assuming these wax things are more airtight than metal capsules) would have allowed some of the reduction (if it is that) to blow off. Mystery.