André Clouet
Brut Dream Vintage Bouzy Grand Cru Chardonnay
I was told Clouet only makes Blanc de Blanc on exceptional years, and 2002 was one of the best ever. (Otherwise their wines are all BdNoir. Huh, cool!) Chardonnay dreaming. Pillowy scents slipping between buttered popcorn, macaroons, brioche toast, and even those circus peanuts candies. Man, I feel like I’m floating in this. Within that ether, some bits of dried pineapple float around with me, complete enough I feel like I can swim up and take a bite. That the pineapple characteristic tastes dried has gotta be a component of its age. I can get lost in the aromatic churn of this yeast-yeast-yeast-fruit game, but that’s not all I came here for. There’s a party that your tongue is hosting and beautiful throngs are knocking. Hello Apple. Hello Lemon, you are fresh very ripe. Why, hello Chamomile. I didn’t expect to see you here. You are lovely! Pineapple you’ve put on some weight! Despite the wine’s age, there’s still a freshness, of just-pressed cider apples that hangs out on the tongue, laying lazy like beautiful ropey, ornate quilt, once the pineapple and peanut party passes on.
I was told Clouet only makes Blanc de Blanc on exceptional years, and 2002 was one of the best ever. (Otherwise their wines are all BdNoir. Huh, cool!) Chardonnay dreaming. Pillowy scents slipping between buttered popcorn, macaroons, brioche toast, and even those circus peanuts candies. Man, I feel like I’m floating in this. Within that ether, some bits of dried pineapple float around with me, complete enough I feel like I can swim up and take a bite. That the pineapple characteristic tastes dried has gotta be a component of its age. I can get lost in the aromatic churn of this yeast-yeast-yeast-fruit game, but that’s not all I came here for. There’s a party that your tongue is hosting and beautiful throngs are knocking. Hello Apple. Hello Lemon, you are fresh very ripe. Why, hello Chamomile. I didn’t expect to see you here. You are lovely! Pineapple you’ve put on some weight! Despite the wine’s age, there’s still a freshness, of just-pressed cider apples that hangs out on the tongue, laying lazy like beautiful ropey, ornate quilt, once the pineapple and peanut party passes on.
Dec 31st, 2017