Memory and wine make odd bedfellows. We drink to forget, right? Those hangovers from downing two buck chuck definitely did not build more gray matter. That second (or third) bottle certainly wiped out a few evenings.
But good wine, hell, even just unique wine, can be a time machine.
Just today, while showing bottles to restaurants, begging them to buy anything, I opened a near-forgotten favorite: Aurélien Verdet’s, Le Prieuré, Hautes-Côtes de Nuits. This 2014 Pinot Noir costs $33. The appellation lacks prestige, coming from a soil-stripped, wind-swept, hill top in Burgundy, France. The best fruit grows midslope. But this little 10 acre Le Prieuré vineyard matters. It went AB Organic in 1971. Ten years later, Aurélien was born. He grew up tending it, inherited it in 2005, has grown his holdings, and continues to make brilliant things.
But today, while I rattled off those facts to a wine buyer…
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