Relatively recently, at a friend's house, and on the last evening of my visit, I thought a Champagne experience was inevitable and my thoughts were leaning towards a magnum, and how it benefits the tipple; more importantly how the benefits manifest themselves in the experience of the tipple.
Chance had had it that there was nothing exciting on the shelves but the same chance had let me take it on another, completely unknown (to me) fizz. In other words, Pierre Paillard Les Parcelles was the only Champagne available in magnum. I didn't hesitate very long, which, as you may know, is a rare event, but I thought: 'a Grand Cru, from Bouzy' could turn out interesting! I think taking a chance on a unknown Champagne is the ultimate expression and extent of my gambling.
The joy of ignorance is in its bliss; the joy of Champagne is in the bottle, and little did I know only to be pleasantly surprised what a seductive, intellectually compelling this wine would turn out.
A lean-mean-elegant-classic-Champagne-machine on the palette and on the nose. Long, flirty, with a masculine drive casts a pretty dark shadow on some of the giants in the region. This sexy chemo-sensory stimulus is a tipple that has just added itself on to the list of 'assess again', but I couldn't just wait to complete my rule of 3 and then share the joy of drinking this perfection.
And the wine was another Champagne perfection.
Bollinger might be Absolutely Fabulous, but Pierre Paillard's Les Parcelles was Absolutely Perfect. This, of course, is just my current view on the tipple and I will of course review it again and again just to ensure that my reader doesn't feel cheated.
A MUST!
P.S. I must have had the virtually the whole magnum to myself, even though I was sharing my enthusiasm of this wine with an obliging audience, along with the wine, but on the following day I was told that I had fallen asleep on the bar stool in the kitchen. Oh well...
No comments:
Post a Comment