It’s really hard to describe conversation between a wine and its drinker. For kicks, my wife and I opened a 2001 Flowers red table wine on Friday after paddling half the length of Indian Lake (New York North Country) in a strong wind. The label didn’t say anything, but I think I recall reading somewhere that the wine has a few different red grapes; although it tasted like predominately Pinot Noir to me. Lynn liked it, I really didn’t. It jumped from the glass and was a bit sweet. But it was a nice wine. Nothing wrong with it. Lynn liked the fact that it was obvious so she didn’t have to think about it after a tiring day.
Yesterday, after a seven-mile hike in to a virgin lake in the same general area as Indian Lake, I got to pick the wine and I chose something very opposite: 1999 La Tour Carnet. Neither one of us could adequately compare some very unique flavors to anything we could remember. That’s part of the reason that this post is not a tasting note. We both agreed that the wine was very different. It was an intellectual struggle to even think about it, but after a short while, we both felt we enjoyed it about as much as we could enjoy anything. It is light with a short finish, so I certainly wouldn’t recommend it to anybody. The interesting thing, though, was that it fortified to us why we so much love Bordeaux.
I understand that Michel Rolland took up consulting for the old (from 1120) property for the 2000 and more recent vintages. I will certainly try a 2000, but I have a feeling that one more wine from the old school may have bitten the dust. It’s a bit like the old dirt roads of Long Island I used to drive in an old Henry J when I was eight. No they weren’t jazzy super highways, but they had soul.
If I knew how to put pictures on this forum I would share the photo that I shot of that lake on Saturday. We stood on a sandy beach and looked out over the water and reflected on how it had probably looked that way ever since the last ice age. I’m sure a few Indians found their way there over the years, but they left it pretty much like they found it. It would be fun to look down from the hereafter and see how many years it will be before a road is built to it so that it can be developed. I think it is called Terrill Pond, or something like that, but it is at least a mile long and looks like a lake.