2006 Le Clos Jordanne chardonnay
From left: Village Reserve, Claystone Terrace, Le Clos Jordanne Vineyard
2006 Le Clos Jordanne pinot noir
From left: Village Reserve, Claystone Terrace, Le Clos Jordanne Vineyard, La Petite Vineyard
We drink them, and they live on in our memories. Like a kiss, lingering all too briefly. Recalled with great fondness, because the experience is singular and lives only in that brief moment in time. To have those moments again would be a dream come true, but it's the scarcity of those moments that makes it all so special. But what am I saying. There will always be more wine.
I miss my grandfather. I think about him all the time. God I miss him so fucking much. If there was one thing I could have done more, one tiny little thing that would have brought him some comfort in his last days . . .
I want to be able to say that I've made him proud. The next few months will be a major determining factor in how I'll be looking at myself in the mirror. Business school is something that we (my family) have been talking about for quite a few years. And now I finally have a reason, and motivation, to do it. So here we go, the first steps on my way to graduate school. My grand old man would have liked that. Going to the UGC Bordeaux tastings, putting wine away for the future - it makes me happy, and I wished I could have shared some of that with him.
I look back warmly on these 2006 Le Clos Jordanne's because they're a spectacular glimpse at the potential of Niagara for these varietals, and because I drank them with family and dear friends. I had bought them, the entire lineup of single vineyard chardonnay and pinot noir (with the exception of the expensive Le Grand Clos bottling) about 3 years ago, thinking I'd put them away and taste at 7 years of age or so. That timeline accelerated after I tasted the 2006 Le Grand Clos pinot noir last spring - it alarmingly seemed to be declining in a poor way, all the impetus I needed to start drinking.
The chardonnays still have plenty of life in them; the pinot noirs, upon inspection, seem to be a different matter. Some are still holding on, but are already heading down what appears to be a steep decline. A little troubling, but wines, like us, aren't meant to be immortal. They live in a period of time, and if you're lucky, you get to experience them in their prime. A taste, a conversation, time spent together - they impact your life, and leave their imprint.