Ca donne envie: It makes one want…to be among the little “ants” on the bateaux mouches, passing under the bridges of the Seine, waving a hand from the top of la Tour Eiffel, playing in the courtyard of the Palais Royal.
But, Monsieur Yann Arthus Bertrand, you forgot to film l’Aeroport Charles de Gaulle. And right now, it is there that I really want to be, because my Cheri will be there waiting for me when I arrive!
By Ross MacDonald for WSJ
Even before I was old enough to drink, I was reading the editorials about wine — primarily in the New York Times. Maybe I thought I was a step ahead of the gang, and that somehow — having never really tasted more than a sip or two of whatever was in Mom or Dad’s glass — I’d nonetheless get a leg up on becoming a connoisseur. Yeah right. Anyone who has ever felt the flush in her cheeks or the skip in her step that comes with good wine might have told me that it takes more than book-smarts to be a Vino. (No one ever did because I was always too shy to own up to reading about wine when I couldn’t even drink it.)
But one thing I never considered while reading those editorials is something I just realized about a week ago when I came across Lettie Teague’s article in the Wall Street Journal. Attracted by the patriotic — if stereotypical — banner advertising the two-village region of Pouilly-Fuissé, I dove in. (I have a vested interest in everything from Burgundy, after all.)
Teague’s main point probably didn’t need too much explanation: among the hit or miss bottles of Pouilly-Fuissé, there are some winners, making this Burgundy White a very affordable luxury (“easily superior to many Burgundies I’d tasted that cost twice as much”) for those who are in-the-know. My realization took more reading between the lines, let’s say.
I’ll put it bluntly: from my perspective, Lettie Teague lives a charmed life.
Now I’ll explain: The whole premise of her article was investigative: “No one seems to care about Pouilly-Fuissé these days…this didn’t seem fair to me…I decided to investigate.” That’s when I sighed out loud and thought to myself, “I could be paid to investigate whether a certain wine deserves a “second chance!”
Ms. Teague describes overcoming the “obstacle” of finding the wine (since most retailers do not carry it). After a little research, she still managed to “amass…one bottle at a time” from New York and New Jersey to Washington D.C. and Los Angeles. (She ended up with two dozen.) Next was the taste test — but she didn’t have to go that alone. She had a soiree for the occasion, with a “veritable gang of volunteer tasters” [read friends]. Would you really have to pay wine tasters anyway? Then she took good notes during the tasting and wrote the article and voila!
Okay, okay, there’s a lot more to it than that. But I suggest you read the article. If you’re a young aspiring writer, as I am, it might make you dream…and of more than just a bottle or two of Pouilly-Fuissé.
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