1983 Gould Campbell Vintage Port
A port to close out this winter's port drinking season.
What can I possibly say in critique of a wine older than I am? All the superlatives somehow seem decidedly inadequate. Limitations of wine writing, or rather, my writing?
I shouldn't be getting strange looks for loving to drink port. Why would that be strange? You know the wines I like - authenticity and singularity above all else, and ports are singular wines. Find me another wine that is as dense and concentrated, yet elegant and fresh, with an immense ability (and necessity) for bottle age. You can't. Which makes it sad that all of sudden, Portugal is trying its hardest to pump out dry red wines. The WA effect? Perhaps. But those wines are completely character-less. Maybe that's why they're doing well (in America)? A shame. Portugal, please return to what you do best.
And what better proof that God shines on ports than this wine. Tannins perfectly integrated, creating a beautifully lush, wooly texture. Minerals and fruits, perfect in aroma and flavour. Just sublime, and all love.