Daily Wine News: Postcard from Paris

Posted by | Posted in Wine News | Posted on 11-21-2011

Thanks to economic worries, sales at this year’s Hospices de Beaune charity auction were slower than expected.

Dr. Vino hands his blog over to Tim Eustis, who visited six wine shops around Paris on Thursday to sample Beaujolais nouveau.

“Certain wines are so popular it’s practically impossible to remember when they were not. Malbec, for example, was just another discarded French grape long before it became a staple of every wine shop in America—and a veritable synonym for Argentina.” In the Wall Street Journal, Lettie Teague catches up on Malbec – by sampling a couple dozen.

On December 1, viticulturalist Richard Smart will debate biodynamic evangelist Monty Waldin at the London headquarters of the Wine and Spirit Education Trust.

Gallo is forecasting growth in America’s wine industry.

“What do Kosta Browne, Kistler, Gary Farrell, Buccella and Three Sticks have in common? Aside from all being California wineries, they’re all owned, either partly or solely, by Bill Price.” In Wine Specator, a profile of Bill Price, who “has built an impressive portfolio of brands and vineyards over the past 20 years.”

In case you missed them, Wine Spectator has provided detailed harvest reports on CaliforniaNew York, Oregon, Virginia, and Washington.

If you drink a lot of wine, you don’t need wallpaper. In Margate, New Jersey, a couple has wallpapered most of their house with beer and wine labels.

John Mariani recently attended a tasting of 2009 Bordeaux, and while he’s “very happy” with the wines, he’s decided to “hold [his] exhilaration at bay.” The reason? “The 2009s taste like really good California cabernet blends. That isn’t just because California blends are becoming more complex. Bordeaux winemakers, already troubled by global warming, are making their wines in a far bigger, more forward — dare I say, overripe — style that tends to impress the critics. This is not your father’s Bordeaux.”

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  1. I went to Paris for the first time last year. During the plane ride over, I made an appointment to picnic on the Seine the very next day with the friendly but high-strung grad student beginning her first semester at the Sorbonne. A few hours before our rendez-vous, I sailed out, blithely assuming I’d find a wine shop on most any corner of Paris. I arrived late, sans wine, sans cheese; she brought the corkscrew and the bread—and the slow burn! Where were all the wine and cheese shops? Aside from that unfortunate rencontre, the trip so glorious that I just published a 2012 Paris wall calendar cum literary travelogue based on the visit.