In happier times: Pancho and Jay (pic courtesy of Jim's Loire)

Jay Miller is out at Wine Advocate.  Claiming innocence in a payola scandal that has rifled through the rolling hills of Spain and the wine community as a whole, Mr. Miller has stepped down from his role as editor of Spain, South America, and the Pacific Northwest.  It’s a fascinating story of claims of strong-arm tactics, little-known-wine-regions looking to ascend to the world stage and the power of the blogosphere.

Englishman/blogger/flame shirt-wearing/wine sleuth Jim Budd (pic courtesy of blog.winetravelguides.com/)

The story in a nutshell?  A string of emails released by blogger Jim Budd of Jim’s Loire, supposedly blew open the doors on some of the behind-the-scenes negotiations between Pancho Campo and the D.O. Vinos de Madrid to arrange for Jay Miller, internationally acclaimed wine critic, to stop in and taste some wines in the hope he’ll shine his big old spotlight on some of Spain’s newest vino talent.  Such passive-aggressive, near-thuggish comments were used to sell the deal as “Private visits off the set agenda, as this would be, rarely take place, and not for a price below 40,000 euros. The fact that Jay has agreed to stay 2 days more, and for half the usual price, is a miracle and an opportunity that Madrid will find it difficult to have again.”

There’s big money involved–to the tune of € 20000 ($25,980.77)–so these allegations aren’t simply over peanuts.  Wine Advocate is one of the more respected chapels of wine writing and this threatens its principles to the core.  This is not likely to go away any time soon…

A number of wine bloggers picked up on the story right quick and now its shot straight up the media ladder.  As a beverage writer/blogger, myself, I’m stoked to see the community ignited by a passion to get to the truth behind the accusations but it’s become a white hot pile-on.  Are the accusations overblown? –“Wait, Miss Abigail, now that you have our attention, WHAT did you see Mr. Proctor do?”  In fact, I’ve been a little surprised by all the attention the Wine Advocate scandal has been getting lately.  I guess it makes sense in the grand scheme of celebrity hierarchy, though: we love to build them up, and then we love even more to tear them down.  And if the Advocate is going to sit on the catbird seat of wine criticism, then they’re going to have to expect to be under the microscope…especially in today’s age of information saturation.

Continue Reading »

Pic by Joshua Bright for the article, "Raw Whiskey Finds New Craftsmen and Enthusiasts" NY Times, 5/4/10

I have to admit, I don’t understand white whiskey.  As someone who oversees a bar program, I find myself confused as to how it fits into the mix.  Is it a sipping spirit?  Can it stand on its own?  Or is it simply something bound for a cocktail and that’s the end of it?

To me, white whiskey seems like an incomplete product.  Like a piece of white bread slathered with peanut butter and thrown into a Glad sandwich bag before your mom had time to jelly up the other slice.  You sit down, eagerly open your lunch bag and wonder, “Mom, what the fuck?  Half a sandwich?  And only peanut butter?   What am I supposed to do with this?  Aargh.  Hey, Timmy, you want to swap that celery spear for a peanut butter schmear?  No?!  Well, fuck you too!”

White Dog from House Spirits (pic courtesy of ThereWillBeBourbon.net)

This is strange to me.  Just yesteryear, raw whiskey (also known as “White Whiskey” or “White Dog”) was the hottest new thing the spirits world had seen.  Everywhere it seemed to pop up.  Small-batch distillers like Tuthilltown, Death’s Door, Buffalo Trace and House Spirits all seemed to be rushing to get them on the market.  Robert Simonson even did an ode to them in the NY Times.  It was on.  The fad begins!  Line up, junior, and get your dose of moonshine!

The thing is, though, no one quite knew what to make of it.  It’s basically an unaged Bourbon.  Seeing no oak–or in most cases, something ridiculous like two hours of oaking (some strange governmental requirement)–it is a colorless spirit like gin or vodka.  But on the nose, its something unique.  I’ve tried those that smell of fresh baked corn (Finger Lakes’ Glen Thunder) or like juicy fruit gum (House Spirits’ White Dog).  The thing is, while I can appreciate the cleanness, the pureness, the distiller’s art laid bare, I’m not drawn to them.  Is it just me?  Am I missing something?  There’s something incomplete, like a half-painted portrait that the artist hadn’t quite finished before the finishing bell required he present it to the public.

Continue Reading »

image

image

After months of being on allocation, six bottles of Cantillon Fou’ Foune finally arrived today at Hearth.  I might as well just stash them deep in the recesses of the beer room under the East Village for my own personal sipping.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll decide to let them see the light of day and share them with the world…

If you’re even questioning the rareness, the uniqueness, the downright life-changing power of this brewery, then you ain’t seen THIS.

image

St. Nicholas de Bourgueil (100% Cabernet Franc), La Mine, Yannick Amarault, 2008, Loire Valley

Southampton Publick House, Vic (antique porter aged in oak), New York

Chassagne-Montrachet Rouge (100% Pinot Noir), Phillipe Colin, 2008, Côte de Beaune

image

B.R. Rolya, my rep from Shelton Brothers Importers, stopped by Hearth today with a cornucopia of new beers for me to try for the winter season.  Hot damn, on days like this when everything that hits my palate snaps me to attention, I’m reminded of three things:

1) I love beer.
2) There is a huge treasure trove of beers out there to explore the world over.
3) I want to be Michael Jackson (not that one, silly) and make a life out of traveling and tasting.

That chick (or stud) you’ve been eyeing at the office won’t stand a chance if you show up to the holiday party with one of these in hand (from left to right):

image

First Friday night in the new apartment.  Still surrounded by a sea of boxes but after a long work week and late nights of cobbling together furniture, it’s time to put the dogs up and kick it Repasado style.  ¡Salud!

image

One of our Russian movers looks exactly like Flea. When he said he didn’t know who that is, I showed him this pic. Which he liked very much.

image

After 6 1/2 years at the tall grey building on the corner across from C Town, tomorrow morning we move to a bigger stable.  Goodbye 32-06; you’ve been an awesome place to hang the hat. 
Here’s to hoppier beers and greener pastures ahead…

The “Lux Cider,” by Dean Hurst of Sidebern’s (Tampa, FL)

Yesterday, on a fine November day in Brooklyn— as the temperature soared to nearly 70 degrees and our sun-deprived flesh once again met it’s warm rays— twelve competitors stepped behind the bar of the Clover Club to do battle.

Brandishing their Sherry-filled libation armaments, they let loose for a panel of esteemed judges and a crowd of industry spirit-hounds in a frenzy of jiggering, shaking and stirring.  Culled from dozens of submissions from around the country, these twelve talented mixologists were selected to vie for the title of Winner of the 2011 Vinos de Jerez Cocktail Competition and an all-expense paid trip to Jerez—not to mention, bragging rights for life and a fleet of trucks filled with Spanish olives.

Each bartender was required to present their cocktail to the judging panel then return to the backstage area where they would batch it out for the crowd of onlookers. The panel of esteemed judges was composed of the following:

  • Dale DeGroff, King Cocktail/Author
  • David Wondrich, Author/Historian
  • Julie Reiner, Proprietor, Flatiron Lounge, Lani Kai, Clover Club
  • Jacques Bezuidenhout, Winner, 2005 Vinos de Jerez Cocktail Competition
  • Andy Seymour, Sherry Ambassador, aka wine geek
  • Steven Olson, aka wine geek

These were the valiant warriors who traveled from near and far to present their concoction to the panel…and the world: Continue Reading »

image

Oh hell yeah.

image

Our apartment is filled to the brim with boxes of our belongings as we prepare to move out for bigger digs down the block.  Got an organic chicken roasting in the oven and some cauliflower and potatoes on deck.  What better time than now to crack some damn bubbly?

Based in the North Fork of Long Island, Sparkling Pointe is the only producer in Long Island specifically producing sparkling wines.  And right about now, their Cuvée Carnaval is hitting the spot.

Vernazza, Italy

Just two weeks ago, I wrote about the mesmerizing hike along the cliff that connects the towns of Monterrosso and Vernazza in Italy’s Cinque Terre.  Yesterday, I froze as I read the disturbing news on Rick Steves’ website about the natural disaster that befell the area last week:

“…with a freakishly intense rainstorm — like a misplaced monsoon — torrents of water funneled from the surrounding mountains into the town carrying rampaging tons of mud and debris. That narrow street became a riverbed again, and Vernazza met a fate almost similar to Pompeii: the entire ground-floor of the town was buried…I get this ghastly feeling that these are photos of a crime scene…and that nature has murdered my friend”.  -Rick Steves

Certainly one of the highlights of our recent European adventure, the five towns of the Cinque Terre are positioned on the precipice of danger.  It’s humanity on the edge; a delicate balance that teeters between man and nature.  It’s what makes the area so unique and so downright, mind-bogglingly beautiful.  I was stunned to see the devastation.

The videos below were shot on the afternoon of October 25th, 2011


Vehicles being washed out to sea. (59 seconds)

Continue Reading »

image

Mannie Berk of the Rare Wine Co. held a wee little Madeira dinner tonight at Hearth—and by “wee” I mean the “sickest line-up of old wines I’ve ever beheld in person.”

I stood by somewhat slack-jawed as he pulled these incredibly old bottles out of his knapsack like a kid unloads his lunch box and Thermos at the elementary school lunch table.  (I’m going to guess Mannie’s mother didn’t pack him these, though.  And, sadly, my mother never packed me a Madeira over fifty years old…but we’re a frugal family).

Pictured from left to right:  1910 Leacock Sercial Madeira, 1928 Leacock Verdelho Madeira EEL, and the 1898 Henriques & Henriques Boal Solera.

I found this clip today while rifling through the videos from our Europe trip.  Here, we sit in France’s Southern Rhone Valley on the famed hill of Hermitage.

**Wikipedia’s post about the history of the hill:  “According to legend, the Knight Gaspard de Stérimberg returned home wounded in 1224 from the Albigensian Crusade and was given permission by the Queen of France to build a small refuge to recover in, where he remained living as a hermit.

Thus, ‘Hermitage’ came to be.  But what’s important in the wine world is that, here, Syrah reigns and transmits some of the best terroir in the world.  (Just take note of the care taken: each vine is laboriously staked to the ground to survive the fierce winds of the mistral).

And for a mere moment in the blip of time, we sat amongst its vines, giddy and thankful for the privilege.  Gaspard was smiling down on us…

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »