Monday, September 15, 2008
Lost & Found
This is the best view of my cellar. Once you leave the clean-swept earthen floor of the hall and unlock the padlock sealing away oh so many Sancerres and Chinons and other random fodder (a couple of Apulian reds, some Pic Saint-Loup and two bottles of 2001 Château Pavie (oh yes, my enemies!)), mayhem ensues.
There are two sofas in my cellar (white, blue). There is a broken computer. There are some roller blades that may or may not belong to Arnaud, though I have never seen him rollerblade. There's a table and its detached legs. There is even a framed print with a broken pane.
But this makes it all the more sporty and fun to push through the wild jungle of dreck to get to the good stuff, avoiding giving a little tip to the pile of unracked bottles dangerously lying three-high on the floor. Of course, sometimes this means that instead of coming back up with a Bouzeron from A. & P. de Villaine, there will be a bottle of Villemade Cour-Cheverny in my hand, but no matter!
I suppose all of this is an attempt to fly in the face of the particular madness that seems to inhabit wine "geeks": orderliness. Control. Inventories kept rigorously on online databases. Dated tasting notes.
Plus, it's cool to find something you'd forgotten you had. Especially when it's a bottle of Charmes-Chambertin you run into while looking for a red Anjou. Score!