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Photo: Bordeaux New Player French Nicolas Maurice-Belay (C), Flanked By French Players AFP/Getty Images

Katy Andersen, Gourmet Food Specialist, Lot18

This past weekend, I traveled from Lot18’s young, bottle-filled offices in midtown Manhattan to one of the most ancient wine towns in the world, Bordeaux.

The French city sprawls along the shores of the Gironde, the muddy estuary that cuts the famous distinction between the “Left Bank” and the “Right Bank” of the river. I’d been consumed by (and consuming) the legendary wines of the Left Bank since January, when two teammates and I participated in the preliminary round of a blind-tasting competition for these wines called “Concours Vingt sur Vin.”

Miraculously, we made it to the final round, to be held in the cellars of Lafite-Rothschild in June. Our team of three would try to identify wines – both red and Sauternes – based on sight, smell, and taste alone.

When we returned in June for the finals, we spent two days warming up by visiting vineyards in different left bank appellations. Alongside us were two finalist teams from Asia, two from Europe, two from France, and another team from the US. It was the veritable “Olympics” of left bank Bordeaux.

We should have been nervous. After all, the Baron de Rothschild and judges of the prestigious “Commanderie du Bontemps de Médoc et des Graves Sauternes et Barsac” were seated before us and recording every answer.

But we couldn’t help ourselves. We had fun! We swirled our wines, rapidly discussed their vintage and village, and enjoyed them so much we forgot to spit. 

To our astonishment, we won.

The question everyone asked after our victory was, how did you practice?

Yes, one of the country’s top sommeliers had led us in a component tasting with little cups of raspberries, truffles, mushrooms, and aloe to experience these different aromas. Yes, we had studied maps of left bank appellations, and (barely) memorized the famous 1855 classification.

Yet we only had one answer.

“Unite and conquer.”

While we had studied, more importantly, we spent the past five months enjoying wine with friends.

A 750 mL bottle is designed for sharing — it will pour four ample glasses — and that’s precisely what we did. We went to a friend’s country house to roast a chicken and raid his wine cellar. We spent time with a society of benevolent wine aficionados who were as generous with their wines as they were with stories, tasting notes, and wisdom. Sharing was as exciting as tasting!

And we enjoyed these glasses together as much as we analyzed them. I encourage you to do the same – taste, discuss, and enjoy wine with great company. It’s the best way to learn.



Le futur pont de Bordeaux…#bridge #Bordeaux (Taken with instagram)



Photo: Bordeaux New Player French Nicolas Maurice-Belay Adjusts AFP/Getty Images:

Photo posted on Jun-29-2011 22:15 Hong Kong Time

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me & my homie.



chateau de malleret.















Sunday Market, Bordeaux

I love strolling on markets when I’m abroad and like to be surprised by what people like to share. Their goods, stories and culture. Love the craft and passion.

After surfing the nets on Saturday, I found out that Bordeaux has an awesome farmers market. A nice way, I my opinion, to have breakfast and get to know a city and its locals. So, you won’t find me at the hotel buffet.

For breakfast I treated myself with sourdough bread, good butter, caneles, fresh apple juice and macarons for on the road. To early for oysters man…

Visit Quai des Chatrons, Bordeaux on Sundays :)



I want you !



This is the Air Jordan 7 aka bordeaux. The colors on this sneaker is too awesome and if anyone has a piece on like this, I am sure they will be strutting down the street in confidence. :P I am totally hoping to cope me a pair. :)



me & my homie.

bordeaux kickin it.

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Bordeaux.

C’est reparti pour une nouvelle saison de fusion entre patrimoine et cinéma, ce concept fabuleux de CinéSites inventé il y a 18 ans par le regretté Alain Marty.

Cette année, 80 projections gratuites dans des lieux exceptionnels, plus de 20 000 spectateurs attendus. Tout le programme sur le site du Centre Jean Vigo Evénements.

Pour moi, ça démarre ce vendredi au château de La Rivière, avec la projection de “Fantastic Mr Fox”, du très déjanté Wes Anderson.



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#bordeaux #merignac nuages et tempךte (Taken with instagram)



#bordeaux (Taken with instagram)



Le ciel א des vergetures ahah! #bordeaux (Taken with instagram)



Me x Jedi SB’s on Flickr.



I’m ugly; look at my nose it looks hugeeee. :(



1993 Chateau Mouton-Rothschild

Monday’s aren’t usually a big day for first growth Bordeaux, but who am I to complain about bucking this trend.

I wasn’t particularly elated about the ‘93 before opening it (I’ve been let down by such vintages so often in the past) but I am happy to report that this is pretty damn good Mouton. The nose showcases classic cedar and pencil shaving notes with subtle wafts of red currant and dried fruit. There is a foreboding sense of power on the nose and I’m expecting a Mouton with a pronounced structural hardness (as if reinforced with steel). However, I’m pleasantly surprised with how elegant the ‘93 is on the palate, and though it has well defined structural elements, they’re not austere. For first growth I find the palate uncomplicated and reminiscent, mostly, just of excellent Bordeux, and don’t get me wrong, this is excellent wine. In the end, for what it costs, I found the ‘93 a little less complex than I’d like with a bit of shortness across the palate. The finish is also fairly one note and not especially lingering.

That said, Mouton is Mouton and a treat as always (especially since I don’t pay to taste)… But I wonder if this vintage is worth the money.

-JL



Me and My Nephew







Most Ultimate Douchebags

So I’m working in the wine section, and I notice this guy and his girlfriend walking through the domestic merlot aisle:

I’m interested at first by the fact that it’s such an obvious and incredible case of “butter guy.”  I mean, this guy is at least 20 years her elder, bald, sweaty and has awful teeth (not pictured), and SHE is just completely smokin.  As I work my way closer to them, to deliver the ubiquitous “Finding everything alright?”, I begin to overhear their conversation. He seems upset:

“This is ridiculous! Their selection is pathetic!”

Now, I don’t know what kind of mega-monster wine emporium warehouse he’s accustomed to shopping in, but my store has roughly 2500 different wines from hundreds of different countries, regions, and wineries.  It seems to me that this gentleman may not be completely aware that we carry anything other than merlot.  So I make my approach. 

“Hi!  Can I help you find anything?”  I ask, all customer service.

“Well -*exasperated scoff*- I mean, I don’t know; do you have any actual WINE in your WINE STORE?” he demands, his brow seeming to redouble it’s moistening efforts about his cheeks and former hairline at this total outrage.

I’ve seen all this before.  I mean, wine snobs are a dime a dozen when you work at a wine shop, I’m not shocked that this guy is a douchebag.  (Take note, self-satisfied wine snobs:  you’re not impressing anyone.) 

“Indeed we do!  Were you looking for anything in particular?” I respond cheerfully.

“Yes, but you don’t have it, I already looked,” he says dismissively, waving his fat, sweaty hand vaguely. 

“Try me.”

“Well all I need is some decent French wine, and you don’t have ANY French wine!” he cries in frustration.

False.

“Well, as a matter of fact, we DO have some french wine!  Right this way!”  I show him to France, even though he’s really insisting that there’s no such place.  I mean, he LOOKED!  He was actually pretty close, it’s just a few aisles over.  I point out the section, and now he goes about the business of peering at the labels and scoffing dramatically occasionally.  It’s at this point that his unreasonably hot girlfriend starts conversing with him in German.  To this point, I assumed that they were just your regular run of the mill American wine snobs, but now I can see that one of them is European.  I might have known.  We meet again, euro-douche.

He seems incapable of reading any of the signage in the store, so he keeps asking me how much things cost, making me read off the price-tags to him as he points, seemingly randomly, to different bottles on the shelves.  This behavior is a widely practiced one among nightmare customers, effective in making my day a little crappier in that it forces me to stay with them indefinitely, thereby preventing me from helping any other customers, throwing any freight, or otherwise working.

While he’s asking the prices of things, his girl will periodically ask him a question in German, which he then asks me.  I answer the questions, and he says the answers in German.  This goes on for a time, mostly questions like “Is this ALL the French wine you carry?” (no man, we heard you were coming and hid the good shit) or “Why don’t you have [whatever random wine I had one time at this tiny random winery in France 22 years ago]…[when my girlfriend was 3]?” (Because I know exactly what wine you mean, and I hate it) and so on.  Eventually, after roughly 5 minutes of this, I suggest that they try a California wine.

“You know, we really don’t have a huge French section, you’re right.  But you know what we do have?  Hundreds and hundreds of California wines, many of which are modeled very closely after French wines!”  This is all true, many California wineries make only Bordeaux-style blends, which have, in blind tastings, fooled real-life French wine experts.

“HAH!” his says, having himself a chuckle.  “You mean you expect me to buy an AMERICAN wine?  To SERVE?? Heh, right, sure.  No, I’m not going to serve my guests Carlo Rossi, thanks anyway.”

This guy just keeps on outdoing himself with feats of douchebaggery.  He goes on to reveal that he actually lives in France full time, and that he’s rented a “chateau” in town while he’s visiting some friends of his who (god only knows why) moved to dreary, boring San Fransisco, and he’s NOT going to embarrass himself by bringing AMERICAN wine to their home. 

All the things I’ve said thus far very securely place these people in the top 10 percentile of high grade douchebags, but what I see next was truly astounding.

The girl begins to talk to the guy in perfect, American English.  This girl, totally an American, was having her guy translate for her, because what?  She couldn’t be bothered to speak English herself?  Of all the pointless, arrogant nonsense. It’s especially stupid when combined with the complete refusal to believe that California can produce good wine (FYI: it can).  I mean, you LIVE in France!  Drink French wine there!  But you’re on vacation in California, man!  Try some California wine!

Let it be known:  The only thing more arrogantly self-righteous than a genuine European wine snob is an American who desperately wants to be a European wine snob.

Retail tip of the day:  Just because you looked for it and didn’t find it doesn’t mean it’s not there!

Small world by Stéphane Giner on Flickr.



D’art feux tifice…. by Ayrton33 on Flickr.











I’ll be back soon. I hope so.



the Pug in its current state.

not too shabby.



Small world by Stéphane Giner on Flickr.

“Bordeaux” VII’s x “True Blue”...





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bordeaux…taken by Floet



1989 Chateau Gruaud Larose, St.-Julien

Now that we’ve finished some small bites (panisses, beets and chevre, hummus) and a lovely spinach salad (and most of the first two bottles of wine) it’s time to move on to the closer… No, not the primetime Kyra Sedgwick vehicle (sorry, Kevin Bacon, but it’s not sweeps yet)… No, I’m talking about something special to close the show…

I’ve always loved the ‘89 Bordeauxs because I have a penchant for that sort of Bordeaux that smells like a wastebin in a kindergarten class after pencil sharpening lessons. In this arena, the Gruaud is no let down. At this point we decanted about an hour ago and the nose is still stinking of cedar chips, lead pencil shavings and bell pepper with a rich undercurrent of, dare I say, currant. Structurally this is weighty on the palate with med + acidity that elongates this density across the palate. Finish is long and the notes on the palate really emphasize the fruit with the role reversal leaving the earthiness, minerality, and, yes, that pencil quality playing the supporting role… A little like Sam Shepards “True West” with the major tasting notes exchanging roles somewhere along the mid-palate.

-JL





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Simba and his bordeauxs…taken by Floet

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