Thursday, 8 March 2012
Chateauneuf du Papes - Bosquet des Papes 1998
Stewed fruit on the palate, raspberry, not quite blackcurrant almost plummy. Drinking well but I can’t help thinking that a younger, and cheaper, model would go down better.
As I drank I couldn’t help but think back to what I was doing in 1998. I was 18 and a cocky, somewhat pretentious chap who was just starting on my journey into wine.
Every so often we’d buy bottles of red, sit in a park, and watch the sun go down and the moon come up. Smoking American cigarettes till we ran out of wine or vomited; whichever came first...
Classy to the end.