Tag Archives: Beaujolais cru

Chiroubles: some would call it gender fluid. i call it fluid.

19 Jun


ONWARDDDD!!!!!

We have tackled Saint-Amour, Juliénas, Chénas, Moulin-a-Vent, and Fleurie! So let us keep on. To Chiroubles!!

Specifically:

2015 Laurent Gauthier Chiroubles Chatenay “Vielles Vignes”

I got this sucker for about 14 bucks from guess………duh Garagiste.

Oh golly apparently these “old vines” were planted on a steep pink granitic arena. HELLZ YEAH THIS WINE IS A BEEFY WINE AND YET FROM PINK SOIL!

Pink pussy power y’all. Pink granite grit. Feel it. Vinified in whole clusters in concrete vats.

This shit is hardcore essence of pink granitic Gamay and I am into it. It is a delightfully balanced wine, essence-wise. The acid is balanced with ripe blueberry and cherry fruitiness (which so may confuse with sweetness). The light tannins are balanced with…well they are still light but have strong handshake. Wicked oaky tannins would detract from what I ADORE that is hard to find in say…well I don’t know but. Soil is a lady y’all.

What I am saying is this wine has light flowers and I love it. Violets. This wine is violets and I want to french kiss it. As for the finish this wine doesn’t last long or change which is fine. I mean there are the vinos whose finish is so complex and crazy you can’t believe it and want to dwell on it forever but day to day I am a working lady. Sometime I want a quickie.

This wine is tough on the outside but then…those violets. Tasty.

In terms of comparison this wine, as compared to the other crus of Beaujolais is not as tough as most but fuller than Fleurie. Which is full but lacks manliness.

Chiroubles is gender fluid wine. It is true. I hear you giggling at that. Stop making fun of me. It is funny because it is true.

So actually, go ahead and laugh. I own my silliness. I’m macho like that.

Oh hiya big Beau

27 Sep


I’d not mind a big beau in my life.

He’d be brawny. Sinewy. Deep. Like he’d been thinking deep thoughts but then needed to go pummel a bear.

Wait, strike that.

 I’m not advocating hurting bears you guys. Just perpetuating stereotypes of manhood.

Oddly enough a wine whose maker’s name is Lilian et Sophie Bauchet seems to fit my needs.

Maybe I should stop dating men. At least the disappointing ones. And just drink:

2015 Californie 

A Vin de France

From Fleurie if I am to believe what I read though the bottle would not belie the cru. But a blend from my fave new place?

I wanna believe. In love.

And this wine.

No pedigree beyond being recommended by Marissa Fuck Yea! Ross 

ps I added the Fuck Yea! cause I dig her wine stylings. She just goes by Marissa Ross.

All of this is to say I would bang the hell out of this wine. It is challenging yet soothing. Perfect. For one night. I would not marry this wine but we would totally have a healthy recreational sex life.
Okay I’m getting carried away so I’m gonna give the tech stats:

Appearance: clear, ruby medium plus, medium tears

Nose: clean, medium intensity,  red goddamned fruit. All of it: cherries, currants, raspberries and on. A hit of spices and white pepper.

On the tongue: Dry, almost a hit of yeast–I think this guy is natural so that makes sense. Acid medium plus. Tannins medium minus but astringent.

A teensy bit stemmy for me in all honesty. But I love the underdog who you think you cannot love–not that I love this one but as I said I’d sleep with it like a lot.

More red berries on the tongue. With medium alcohol, medium body flavors with a wee bit of wet raw grass to mix with aforementioned berries. Delightful. 

It actually makes me want to eat that goat cheese coated with a raspberry and nutty coating my friends seem to periodically show up with? Maybe it’s a Trader Joe’s thing?

The finish is tart and more of the vines and you are kinda like I don’t think this guy is good for me but fuck he’s leading and I will follow until bedtime.

Cause I sleep alone.