Neck deep in my studies, most recently I have been drowning in Burgundy, but what a sea to breathe in.
The list I work with boasts an impressive line up of bottles from the region, white and red alike. I still remember a time that it all felt so impossibly large, like the first time you step into a large library as a child. The names felt luxurious in and of themselves; Chambolle-Musigny, Vosne-Romanée, Gevrey-Chambertin!
With a couple years having the incredible opportunity to taste a wide range of appellations, vintages and producers that library has begun to feel less like a jungle, and more like a Pantone color swatch book of options. Still incredibly vast and exciting, but navigable.
The history of Burgundy is an incredible sweeping arc that includes appearances from Romans, dwarves and giants. It feels like a lost region in Game of Thrones. All it’s missing is dragons.
Lately I’ve been having discussions about wine that include the term Vin de Méditation. Wine to meditate on, to take the extra time to really experience every aspect from the moment it touches your lips to the time the flavors finally stop talking on your tongue. Good Burgundy fits into this category to me. Good Burgundy tells you a story, a slow luxurious tale. Great Burgundy is like time travel.
Of course, it happens to go with just about anything as the versatility of Pinot Noir and Chardonnay are seemingly endless when combined with great soil. Things it excels with are earthy meats; quail, foie gras, duck, escargot. But also with sweeter things like a delicate cut of veal, or a succulent pork loin. Its lifelong friends are mushrooms, especially truffles, which are in a league of their own.
Finally, it pairs well with me. What a nice bonus that something so complex and involved, can be a labor of love.