While I was having dinner with a friend last week in Aspen, Colo., I was presented with an interesting challenge. I had to identify three wines (from Burgundy) that were served blind. Within a few minutes, I identified the vintage as 1962.
There’s no substitute for tasting. That’s why I go to Burgundy so often. The first reports about 2006 claimed that the whites were great and the red grapes suffered. The reality is much to the contrary.
Every year, I make a pilgrimage to Burgundy. "Pilgrimage" is the correct word to use, as this is a devotional rite that has an almost religious significance. I have been returning to the Côte d'Or for 10 years, and every trip is a different experience.
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