It’s easy to get consumed by the misery of a pandemic. Even if you are among the lucky ones with no infections in your family, the mental stress of waiting for something to happen is difficult. Although there is risk associated with turning to alcohol for comfort, it is probably safer than going shopping.
Since the pandemic broke and my wife and I have been self-quarantined with no signs of infection, the highlight of the day has been dinner. We’re eating well — as if there is no tomorrow, in fact. Today is lobster; tomorrow is steak. I’m dipping into my cellar for wines that may not be at their peak maturity — but wines I’m not waiting around the to enjoy. There are several Bordeaux wines from the 2003, 2004 and 2005 vintages, for instance.
I am choosing wines that bring back memories from better times. This week I opened a 2005 Beau-Sejour Becot. I was in St. Emilion about that time and met with Juliette Becot, daughter of current owner Gerald Becot. The father was running Beau Sejour Becot, but had just bought Juliette a vineyard and gave her a pair of boots to show him what she could do. He didn’t think she was ready to make wine for him.
I brought back a couple of bottles of Joanin Becot (I think it was her grandmother’s name) and enjoyed them. Now, Juliette is working with her brother on all of the wines, now under one roof. I guess the boots were used and Juliette earned her father’s confidence. Juliette confessed to me then that her brother helped her make the Joanin wine but she was fighting to earn respect from the men in the family.
As I enjoyed the 2005 Beau-Sejour Becot, I remembered my afternoon with her. It was a great memory to have as my wife and I sipped a perfect wine.
Just as the virus hit our country, I was at a wine store and my eyes landed on a Condrieu. Again, a flood of memories came back. The Rhone Valley village of Condrieu was an unexpected highlight during our first visit to France in the 1980s. We stayed at a delightful Relaix et Chateau and sipped a Guigal Condrieu white on our balcony. It was my first experience with a good Condrieu. The viognier grown here on steep hillsides creates intense, powerful wines.
So, of course, I bought the Faury Condrieu and gulped at its $75 price. But, I opened it the other day and remembered our first visit to France. Priceless, as they say.
We were with Pat Darr and his wife just as the crisis hit our shores. Pat writes the weekly wine column with me. We have so many memories of the column since it debuted more than 30 years ago. To recapture those times, I opened a 2005 Mastraberandino Radici Taurasi (we tasted with its winemaker many years ago) and a 1982 Chateau Gruaud Larose (we each bought this wine as futures).
Do you have a wine in your cellar that evokes a good memory? Don’t wait any longer. You never know what tomorrow will bring.