|Chardonnay, Chardonnay, how I love you Chardonnay as I reach to hold you with my trembling hands|
More to the point though, when I do finally make this trip, like when the weather clears up in March, these bottles will soon be forgotten. Down they will tumble into the plastic dome, to be shattered into a million pieces and poof, the memory will be gone and that seems to me to be the real shame. So I've come up with an idea to try and record on a weekly basis, my opinion of a wine, wine wot I've drunk and enjoyed. Or not as the case maybe. Yes, ideas like this do come and go on here all the time but I have to say I've been inspired by this blog post (and the relaxed wine educmicational evenings that are proposed) and to paraphrase, I felt it was high time that I tried to drink smarter and learn a bit more about wine too. These reviews will be delivered in a similar irreverent FU style of course, sometimes short, sometimes long, perhaps not particularly learn'ed or accomplished and hey, they might not even be helpful but they will be my reviews nevertheless.
So without further ado, here is my rundown of a corker that we enjoyed with our mince pies and turkey last year, namely Philippe Michel Crémant du Jura Sparkling Chardonnay, which costs £6.99 at the people's supermarket Aldi.
From the Jura region in France, this is a very pleasing sparkling white wine. Pleasing because of the value and pleasing because it continues to bubble quite happily in your glass for some time. Cheap fizz can go flat rather quickly you see, especially Lambrini. Crisp and dry with wonderful acidity; the mouth waters ever so slightly after each glug, making it a great foil for a three Jacob cream crackers in under a minute challenge. Erm, should you ever wish to take that one on. Otherwise with food pairings, think creamy cheeses and indulgent pâté (notice that I am not giving a one fig for dieting this month). There is citrus but there is also apple. I even ventured a hint of butter on one occasion but that was slapped down in seconds, such is the discursive nature of discussing wine with my wife. In the run up to Christmas, apparently I also made the piss-poor decision to buy a load of rubbish Prosecco from Sainsburys with our nectar card points but that's a story for another time. Back to the Crémant though, if the road ahead in January looks too grey and dreary to suffer, a bottle of this stuff after a blast in the freezer (far quicker innit) will cure those winter blues in no time.