Alphonse Mellot Retrospective, 2019
I once read somewhere – of course I have forgotten where, exactly – that while a wine drinker may start their journey with Bordeaux, they are more likely to end it in Burgundy. Sadly these days the idea that anybody might cut their teeth on cru classé Bordeaux seems faintly ridiculous. Indeed, the notion that the highly-priced classed growth wines of this most famous of regions might still serve as a gateway to wine seems really rather quaint, if not ignorant.
Having said that, while the specifics may have fallen foul of Bordeaux’s modern-day price strategy, the idea expressed is still fundamentally correct; wine has to have an entry point, one that is easily grasped by neophytes and within the financial reach of the young, who then as the years pass develop new tastes and acquire new knowledge, in time with the greying of their hair and the failing of their eyesight (I am speaking from personal experience here, obviously). It is just that today this role surely no longer falls to Bordeaux. And while more experienced wine drinkers may have once gravitated to the cerebrally challenging complexities of Burgundy, I suspect this too is also no longer true. These days new wine drinkers are just as likely to start out on Prosecco or the sweetened red Apothic than a bottle of Château Latour from their father’s cellar, and they will perhaps end up drinking quevri-fermented Saperavi or trying to get to grips with the intricacies of the Savennières Roche-aux-Moines appellation. Nevertheless, in wine, we all have to start somewhere, and as we discover and develop our palates we are all also heading towards a drinking terminus, even if at the moment we have no idea where this destination might lie.
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