By Allen Dale "Ole" Olson   |   Sunday, September 25, 2016 at 12:54 pm   |   Leave a Comment »

When I first started traveling around the Paso Robles wine region several years ago, lured out there by French-connected Tablas Creek and l’Aventure because of their Rhone style wines, I was becoming aware of the “Rhone Ranger” movement in California.

During my last couple of visits, however, including last fall, I found I was tasting more and more Cabernet Sauvignon than Grenache, Syrah, and other Rhone varietals. And as I wandered from Eberle to Lohr to Daou, I was finding them mighty good.

In 2012 I was only vaguely aware of the formation of the PRCC (Paso Robles Cabernet Bordeaux Collective), but the presence of high quality Cabernets was everywhere. Last year a Cab was almost the first wine I was offered in all my stops. At Bistro Laurent, a most congenial French eatery, the list of local  Cabernets was impressive.

According to a PRCC press release last week, the Cabernet initiative has been recognized. Nearly all of the twenty-two PRCC members received scores in the 90s from Robert Parker’s Wine Advocate, and the 2012 Daou was awarded 98 points. Advocate writer Jeb Dunnuck said these wines “are a match for the best wines from California’s North Coast.”

Last October Gary Eberle, one of Paso’s wine pioneers, spoke wistfully and with pride about how far wine production has come in his area. We had sampled a wide range of his wines down in the cellar, but my palate kept returning to the Cabernet. He said that more than 50% of Paso vineyards are now planted in Cabernet. The creation of designated American Viticultural Area status to Paso Robles testifies to its high place in wine hierarchies, and the PRCC is pleased to see that its age-worthy Cabernet varietals now compete with similar wines world-wide.

I am seriously considering another meal soon in Bistro Laurent.

 

 

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By Allen Dale "Ole" Olson   |   Wednesday, September 21, 2016 at 4:32 pm   |   Leave a Comment »

It’s wine harvest time north of the Equator, the time when thousands of people strain their backs, endure hot sun or cold rain, trudge in the mud, climb steep hills, and toil from sun up to sun down to make sure we get our wines for another year. And as we sip those wines, we praise the wine maker, the winery, or the weather and seldom think of the tremendous effort it took to get those grapes from vine to bottle.

I confess that I have never harvested a grape, but I have wandered through many vineyards during the harvest and watched the men and women cut the grape bunches, thrust them into the baskets, and see that they get carried to the trailers parked nearby. I have engaged them in conversation and been witness to many a basket discarding its contents into the fermentation vats.

I have learned that there’s more to a wine harvest than just “picking” the grapes. While it’s true that many vintners depend on students out for a little pay and a chance to be part of nature, more and more producers reply on trained and experienced workers. Many of them have a loyal work force that returns year after year.

In spite of increased mechanization and changing demographics, the end of the harvest still brings on a festive party at the end. And while I have been privileged to take part in some of these festivities, I still recognize that the revelers have accepted demanding work for relativity little return, except possibly the pride of knowing their efforts bring joy to a great many people.

Harvest crews vary from place to place. At an estate like Chateau Margaux, for example, prospective pickers are interviewed and meticulously trained and form teams that come year after year. At Schloss Vollrads, historically, the harvests have been done by Gypsies well-steeped in  knowledge about the steep vineyards along the Rhine. Noble estates need assurance that harvesters know which rows to pick, which rows for which vats, to assure accuracy in bottling and labeling.

Much can and should be said about the men and women, old and young, accepting not much more than minimum wage and three really good meals a day during the season, who guarantee wine for our dinner table. Suffice it to say that as the harvest progresses this season, let us remember these brave, faithful, souls who help make our wines possible.

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By Allen Dale "Ole" Olson   |   Sunday, September 18, 2016 at 2:26 pm   |   Leave a Comment »

I shall observe International Grenache Day tomorrow with a delicious red wine from the village of Lirac and sip it nostalgically recalling one of my favorite regular car trips down the Autoroute de Soleil from Lyon to the highway’s bifurcation leading one way to Italy, the other to Spain. Turning west toward Spain, the highway crosses the Rhone River almost immediately and snakes up a sloping bank from the top of which you can see a lengthy farm building bearing on its roof the words “Tavel: le Premier Rose en France.” I have long considered those words an invitation to use the next sortie marked for Roquemaure.

Officially Roquemaure and Lirac are in the Rhone Valley but in a spot where Provence, the Rhone, and the Nimes designations all come together. On one thing, the regions agree: the scenery is South of France.  Once off the Autoroute, I take the narrow winding road to Lirac and stop at Chateau de Segries, just past the farmhouse bearing the Tavel letters. There I take a seat in the charming tasting room of Henri de Lanzac and refresh myself with a glass of splendid rose.

When I first started making this car trip in the 1960s (before the Autoroute), we didn’t often see rose wines in Germany, where I was working, or in the States when I was home. Fortunately, that has all changed, and today we get Tavel and many different Provencal roses throughout the States. Fortunately, the wines of Monsieur Lanzac are among those available.

But tomorrow I am banking on the red wine from  his vineyards near the River Gard for my observance. It is Grenache based, the percentage of Mourvedre or other cepages varyies from year-to-year. It is classed as a red Rhone wine and will do very nicely with a roast leg of lamb and a spread of soft cheeses. May your International Grenache Day be as pleasant and rewarding.

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