Cuvée du Jubilé Arbois Poulsard Trousseau

Jura Wine Tasting: very pale garnet with amber rim; tea, earth, cherry skins, cedar, florals, whiff of Brett; light bodied, 13% ABV, bit of tannic grip on the finish; $50 retail

A NIGHT part 2 😁

Sadly the last commercial vintage from the “pope of Arbois.” (I guess “Puff Daddy” was already taken). Excited to try some of the newer releases from Domaine du Pelican who acquired a lot of Puffeney’s holdings. As for this wine, it’s exceptionally beautiful and I’m just going to enjoy it rather than pick it apart. Elegant, vivacious, soulful, just really captivating and only gaining in intensity with time in the glass.

How do I even begin to comment on the privilege of lapping up the last drops of a life's work? Puffeney's 52nd vintage, his final potion. The wine that made me aware of the Jura, that first sparked sensation of time and place, a wine that exists equally in bottle as it does in brain. When you find yourself paused mid-step on the walk home, paralyzed by the distant sound of a youthful pianist stretching their hands across blessed white and black keys. Recognizing the tension that folds over their shoulders in tandem with the all encompassing lightness of body that accompanies practice. There is something so real about the way they are playing, without too much fluidity, they stop and start again and somehow that's better than an unstopping song. There is no performance here. What is it about the walls, windows and air between you that deliver these wafts of sound in such a pleasurable way? How does the space aid the aesthetic? You keep standing there, basking in this auditory coat, and for a sliver of time you want nothing. You want no one. You have everything. This pianist will never meet you, nor you them, yet there is partnership, a unity, an offer and reception. An electrical circuit you have both worked to complete. You want to cling tightly to this moment and you find yourself searching for evidence to make you present. The sky was blue, the pavement was wet, I was just about there, I was happy. But all of this is already phrased in the past tense, the moment has already slid away from you. You pick up your forgotten step and continue forward, dizzy from experience, left with only a stamp in your mind that you can picture but never fully revisit. Little death.

Very pretty red fruits, funk and earth. Palate is very pretty and elegant. Good concentration, balance and freshness. Very pure. Needs air to flesh out. Very juicy.

Clean, confident, v solid and pretty.

I was excited to try this, especially since I know it was the inspiration for Arnot-Roberts to pursue trousseau in the US. It has some sappy red fruit but unfortunately the Brett takes over. Probably the Brett level would be fine if you’re not terribly sensitive to it.

Oh, how we miss M. Puffeney. Wine as an evolving and living organism.

Wine with soul. Aromatics are developed, beautiful tertiary notes—cranberry, red currants, softened tannins. Palate is fresh and pure as spring water, cherry, bracing underlying acidity, medium tannin, long finish. 😍 #jura #puffeney

As good as any Puffeney Trousseau that I can remember...