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Cowboys-Saints wine feud

Cowboys-Saints wine The Wine Curmudgeon has had to fill many roles over the years, but I never thought I’d have to offer my services as a mediator in a wine dispute — and between two NFL big shots, to boot.

But my good offices are available to settle the feud between Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones and New Orleans Saints coach Sean Payton. Charean Williams, who covers the Cowboys for the Star-Telegram newspaper in Fort Worth (where I do some wine writing) reports that Jones and Payton have been trying to one-up each other in the matter of Caymus Special Selection, a high-end Napa cult wine than runs $100 or so a bottle.

Each is trying to buy a magnum of the wine so the other can’t buy it in a complicated restaurant wine waltz that I don’t pretend to understand but that has played itself out in two states. A magnum, by the way, is two bottles, and since the two men are paying restaurant prices, each is spending as much as $500 per magnum.

But I do know that it’s not a good thing to be arguing over Napa cult wine, since it makes wine drinkers look silly. Besides, unless the restaurant puts the Caymus through a blender to open it up, it’s not ready to drink yet and won’t be for another couple of years.

So, because I know wine and because I covered both teams during my newspaper days, I have a suggestion. Let’s meet in a neutral spot (I know a wine bar in East Dallas) to work this thing out. There’s no need for either man to be so consumed with proving their wine manhood over the Caymus. I have a better — and much cheaper — idea: the Avalon Napa cabernet, which costs $12.

Please, gentlemen, before it’s too late.

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Why blind tasting is the most important thing in the world

The Wine Curmudgeon writes a lot about blind tasting and why it matters. Nothing demonstrates this more than what happened when I judged The Dallas Morning News competition earlier this month, where I was able to put my foot firmly in my mouth.

I can't tell you the wine involved here; the results are embargoed until April 15. But I can tell you that my panel gave a gold medal to an absolutely lovely pinot gris. It was easily one of the best wines we tasted over two days and 200 entries — fresh, crisp and balanced. It tasted much more expensive than it actually is.

So imagine my surprise when I found out what the wine was. That's because I had tasted this wine last fall, as a winery sample, and I was not impressed. I wrote in my notes (on CellarTracker, the unofficial wine inventory software of the Wine Curmudgeon): "It's OK, though it would offer more value at a lower price. Bright fruit and some acid, but it tastes almost manipulated to get it to a certain flavor profile."

That's why blind tasting is essential. I don't know that I had made up my mind before I tasted the sample that I wasn't going to like it, but I do remember looking for flaws more intensely than usual. Maybe I was more cranky than normal, maybe I was suspicious of the brand. Who knows? But the price I paid was to dismiss a quality wine, and that's my loss. Life is too short, and there isn't enough good wine, to throw one away just because you're having a bad tasting day.

The photo is from Jeremy Doorten of Alberta, Saskatchewan, via stock.xchng, using a Creative Commons
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Wine tasting season, 2010

This is wine tasting season, when winemakers, wine publicists, and wine sales people hit the road to show retailers, writers and bloggers their new products. I have done a couple of these things already, but the fun really gets underway this week and will last through the end of spring.

On Thursday, the Wine Curmudgeon gets to taste Penfolds Grange, the Aussie cult wine — and will the earth stop rotating when that happens? The next two weeks are already mostly booked, including a very spiffy red Burgundy event. Don’t worry, though. There is plenty of cheap wine on tour as well, and I tasted one recently that I will be writing about next week.

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The French pinot noir scandal

The French company that supplied the fake pinot noir said it's our own fault if we're too stupid to know the difference. A French court has sentenced 12 members of the country’s wine trade for selling pinot noir that wasn’t pinot noir, and which was bought by industry heavyweight Gallo for its Red Bicyclette brand.

The reaction around the world has been fascinating — one of the guilty French blamed U.S. consumers for the crime, while the British press has also been laughing at our wine ineptitude. And in the U.S.? Hardly a murmur. Which, of course, isn’t surprising, since so few wine writers in this country bother themselves with writing about wines that people actually drink.

Gallo, as has been noted, was as much a victim as anyone who bought its wine, and was not implicated in the crime. The company says the fake pinot has been pulled from shelves. After the jump, a few thoughts about the scandal:

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The final bottle of Solaz

solazThe weather in Dallas was quite unseasonable last week — some 12 inches of snow in a 24-hour period Thursday and Friday, or about the same amount of snow that we get in five normal winters. That would have been bad enough, but the Wine Curmudgeon lost power from about mid-afternoon on Thursday until mid-afternoon on Friday.

Needless to say, I was crankier than usual (and lucky, since many parts of Dallas were without power through this morning). Making me even crankier? No heat, and I was quite cold, despite two heavy shirts, two pairs of socks, sweatpants, a bulky sweater and a scarf.

When the power returned on Friday, just in time for dinner, I knew what had to be done. It was time to drink my final bottle of Solaz. 

Three cheap wines stand out in my two-plus decades of writing about cheap wine — a French red called Jaja de Jau, which was about $6 in the 1990s and then disappeared from the Dallas market; Hogue’s fume blanc, about $8 and as good a sauvignon blanc as you’ll find, which is still around but nowhere near what it was after several corporate acquisitions; and the Solaz. And now, all three are gone. The Solaz has been phased out in one of those business decisions that make sense to the people who make them but to no one else. I had picked up a bottle in December during a closeout, and was waiting for the right time to drink it.

I don’t remember when I first tasted the Solaz, but I remember what I did. I went out and bought more, and I have been buying more for at least a decade. I have been recommending it to friends, readers, and wine drinkers for years, and no one has ever complained. It was a fixture in the $10 Hall of Fame.

The Solaz may have been the quintessential cheap red wine: enough fruit to please an American palate, but also some Spanish acid, decent tannins, and a beginning, a middle, and an end. How often can one say that about a $7 wine? (Full disclosure: I visited Spain on Solaz producer’s Osborne dime, but that was several years after I started raving about the wine.)

Osborne made several versions — a white, a rose and three reds. The most common was the tempranillo-cabernet sauvignon blend, my favorite was the rose, and the tempranillo-syrah blend might have been the most interesting. But they were all fantastic.

So I savored my final bottle, the cabernet blend, on Friday night (which I drank with perhaps the best takeout chicken in Dallas — thank you, Cowboy Chicken). The wine and food paired well; one of the Solaz’s strengths, like so many Spanish red wines, was that it was food friendly with more than just red meat. And the wine was what it had always been — and then some. Even though this bottle was a 2006 and not the current vintage, it was still fresh and lively. Most other cheap red wines would have lost their character by now.

And then, suddenly, the bottle was empty. I cleared the table, put the leftovers away, and washed the dishes. The bottle, unfortunately, was still empty. So long, Solaz. I’ll miss you.

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Darryl Beeson, the Wine Guy

Darryl Beeson, The Wine Guy

One of the great moments of the Wine Curmudgeon's career came during my semi-regular appearances on Darryl Beeson's all too short-lived Dallas radio show. Every Sunday afternoon, Darryl would lead travel expert Kevin Kalley and myself through two hours of wine, food and travel.  Darryl actually made me sound knowledgeable.

Darryl died last week at 54, after complications following a car accident. He will be much missed.

One of the best things about this business is that there are so many good people in it. When I started writing about wine, Darryl was one of the leading wine experts in Dallas. He had worked for many of the top restaurants in town, and his work had appeared in a variety of prestigious publications. He knew everyone, and everyone knew Darryl. He was The Wine Guy, always nattily attired in sport coat and bow tie.

But Darryl always had time for people like me, then and now. I called him once when I was starting out to ask him if Beaujolais was a part of Burgundy. It's a simple question, but Darryl was happy to answer it, and he explained the differences to me without getting annoyed. I'm grateful we chatted on the phone about a month ago, and he was as generous as always with his kind words and advice.

His old pal Jim White, who runs the Savor Dallas wine festival and gave Darryl his start on radio in the 1990s, said it best: Darryl was a good soul, and there weren't many like him.

Why I don’t like winespeak

Saw this review of an Argentine malbec:

“Dark purple red colour with black berry on the nose. On palate it’s black currant with hint of spice. Approachable light to medium bodied and little or no tannins but lack of depth and short finishing.”

Yes, but what does it taste like? Does anyone have any idea what this means?

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