Caves da Montanha Garrafeira Particular Tinto Colheita de 1957My friend, Samu, once more decided to serve a blind wine when I was at his place for dinner. He tends to serve ancient and obscure Portuguese wines - as some here might remember from past posts. Even before a glass was shoved into my hand I blurted my guess: Baga from the '40s. It turns out, I wasn't far off. We had Baga (presumably) from the '50s. I think that was a pretty good guess for not even having smelled the wine.
Everything endeared me about the wine: the
grimy bottle, the
pale but healthy red colour, the magical scent and vibrant palate.
If it is, indeed, Baga, I can very well understand why it is said to need decades to become drinkable: this was not a tame or soft wine even with half a century in the bottle. It had a captivating aged and elegantly rustic perfume of leather and lingonberry with darker, almost liquorice scents peeking out on occasion. It was bright, lively, tannic and acidic, deliciously astringent yet seductive at the same time (I love the taste of paradoxes). It has a bright, pure, refreshing, palate-cleansing aftertaste that lasts almost forever.
I thought this was amazing, though I imagine that few apart from myself and Samu would enjoy such rustic, aged delights.
I don't drink wine because of religious reasons ... only for other reasons.