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We check out the wine writers who make our pulses beat faster
Some wine writers get up our noses, others make us smile, others again bore the pressings out of us. The last lot are in the majority but it’s the same with politicians, CEOs of banks and prize-winning novelists. You won’t see many Mark Twains or Oscar Wildes writing about wine but Tom Wolfs are easier to find.
Here’s an example from Philip White, who can turn aroma wheels into Catherine Wheels (and yes, he’s talking about a wine): It smells more like it came from the staff entrance of the Mustang Ranch. It’s rude and rich and voluptuous in the fruit department, with a great mush of ripe red berries and plums wallowing about. Maybe even baby beetroot. Then it blasts off a top note of musk and confectioner’s sugar, and yes, the faintest whiff of the Kanmantoo pit after a blast.
Parker Power – it’s not in the words
We’ll come back to Philip – we can’t just leap over Robert Parker Junior, the man credited with a million dollar nose. Over the last couple of decades, Parker has put millions of dollars into the pockets of Bordeaux proprietors with his glowing reviews and perfect scores. The problem is that he’s handed out too many of these lately. Wine Searcher features a list of the 511 commercially available wines that have been awarded 100 “Parker points”.’
Parker is credited by many for the change we’ve seen in Bordeaux from elegant reds to a much bigger, richer, riper style. As a wine writer, he is polished but conventional. Here’s an example: ‘ … the Pine Ridge 2010 Cabernet Sauvignon is loaded with notes of dark chocolate, spring flowers, black cherries and black currants. This medium to full-bodied, flavorful, pure wine possesses lots of nobility, intensity and richness, but there is not a hard edge to be found in this beauty. For sheer complexity, it is hard to beat. Moreover, it should drink well for 10-15 years.’
Doesn’t get the pulse racing, does it? So let’s get back to the man who has been called the Rimbaud of McLaren Vale, the Charles Bukowski of wine writers and Australian wine’s Kerouac, Hemingway and Montagne rolled into one.