I brushed away his next words with a wave of my hand. "Stop," I said, the faint quiver in my voice betraying a flustered state I was desperate to conceal. "You had me at Hungarian Tokaji." I gave him a knowing look and slowly lifted the glass to my lips.
No, this is not something torn from the pages of a steamy Harlequin romance novel. This was a wine tasting at the NAC in Ottawa. (Gee whiz, get your minds out of the gutter!)
The County came to the City for a brief visit last Wednesday, on the heels of a successful run in Toronto. Debbie Trenholm and her Savvy crew were at the helm, with a dozen wineries eager to pour their enticing potions. A recipe for a memorable evening - how could I possibly resist?
Devil's Wishbone 2010 Cabernet Franc - Big winner of the night. As I drank this, I tweeted up a storm about how the County totally OWNS cabernet franc. Never mind the chards and pinots (although they are pretty damn good, too) cabernet franc is where it's at here. All fruit, no green. Niagara can't hold a candle to what PEC is doing with this varietal.
This one was all chocolate, tobacco, raspberries and roasted coffee beans. It was thick and jammy, but with a strong tannic backbone to it. Winemaker Paul Gallagher spoke of its harvest with love-struck reverence. "The grapes were so tiny, so pretty ... I hated to squish them," he crooned. I also tried his '10 Chardonnay, aged in oak for a mere five weeks. Bursting with pineapple, nutmeg and pina colada; more spice and nuttiness with all that lush tropical fruit on the follow-through.
A jovial conversation was had with Richard Karlo, of Karlo Estates, while he filled our glasses with his 2010 Bordeaux blend, Quintus (cabernets sauvignon/franc, merlot, petit verdot and malbec). Smooth and silky, ripe red berries, a whisper of mint and a long finish that caressed the palate. His 2010 Petit Verdot was a delight, too. The vines were planted in rehabilitated soil over a former gravel pit, still stony enough to encourage the roots to go ever deeper into the ground for sustenance. The end result: a pungent, earthy wine polished with plummy richness.
|Bryan Rogers (Keint-He)|
It was exquisite. Nutty, caramel, licorice - a complex nose that kept changing while I chatted with Bryan. Similar to a sherry, but so much more refined and dessert-like, without having sherry's vapour-trail potency. (I am so kicking myself that I didn't order a bottle. Seriously, what's wrong with me??)
I was decidedly reluctant to leave at the end of the night. I could have stayed there till the wee hours, enjoying both the company and the wine, but alas, my palate (and money) was completely spent.