I mentioned in my post The Wine Auctions that one of the advantages of the auctions is being able to get hold of older wine. I also mentioned how, most of the time, the failure rate is quite low and the pain from the times you have to pour that old bottle down the sink, along with your tears, is far outweighed by the joys you get from the good bottles. I recently had just such an experience.
I pulled out a bottle of 1972 Redman Claret from Coonawarra in South Australia, a wine actually made from Shiraz. Australia used to label their wines after French wines even when the grape had no relevance to the label. Claret is from Bordeaux and they do not use Shiraz! Those crazy Aussies!
I got this wine in a mixed case of older vintage wines that set me back about $10 per bottle. All the other bottles had been good but you can see by looking at this one why I’d put off opening it. The label has disappointment written all over it! So I went to put the cork screw into the cork and the cork just dropped straight into the bottle. Plop!! More signs of impending disaster!
Then, almost like a purple haze, out drifted a poisonous gas that almost knocked my head off. The flies that usually circle my head dropped to the ground. The room smelt like vinegar! Not looking good at all.
I poured it into a glass and admired the cloudy sickly pink-purple colour. Do I or don’t I sip? If I don’t sip, I will never really know if it was as bad as all other senses were telling me. If I do sip, surely I can spit fast enough before that stuff eats away at the lining of my mouth and stomach.
So, of course, I take a sip I’m a risk taker. And? … I couldn’t spit fast enough. And I wasn’t able to rinse my mouth as quickly as I’d like. “Get it out of there!” It was the most rotten red wine vinegar you’ve ever tasted! Oxygen had done its damage indeed. As I poured it down the sink I could hear it sizzle as it rinsed my pipes clean!
I needed to bring on redemption for the 72 vintage. I pulled out a bottle of 1972 Seppelt Private Bin Hermitage from The Barossa Valley in South Australia. This one I picked up as an individual bottle on another wine auction site for about $30 so I was already expecting a better result. The label… nice and clean and in really good nick! A positive sign. And there’s that crazy old Aussie labelling again. “A full, soft ‘Burgundy’ made entirely from ‘Hermitage'”. LOL. To a wine wanker that just doesn’t make sense but it was all about getting on the French label bandwagon back then.
As soon as I popped this bottle open with its wine level up into the neck and its cork fully intact with red colouring only half way down, my senses were telling me this was going to be good. I lit up! Although musty at first I could smell berry fruit, and lots of it. And there were hints of aged leather, which is a good thing and not usually prominent in younger Southern Aussies.
I poured and it was a beautiful purple colour. I just had to sip. Vinegar and battery acid? Nup, far from it. My first senses were correct again. This wine was an utter delight. It was still quite fruity with loads of juice, and it was backed up by lots of savoury aged characters with a pleasant light mustiness and a vanilla finish. And I could taste it in my mouth for ages!
So you could say that I ended up paying around $40 for that bottle instead of $30 when you add in the failure. The thing is, you just can’t get that experience in a young wine so it was well worth the risk for the final reward.
Yummo!
Author: Conrad
Loved your description of the Redman “Claret” disaster, as well as the buried treasure of “Hermitage.” I had to look on Wikipedia to discover that “Hermitage” is an Australian term for Syrah/Shiraz. It’s really strange that they called it Burgundy when the Hermitage reference is to the Rhône. Were they choosing these names randomly? Maybe one day you’ll turn up a “Chablis” made of Shiraz!
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Interestingly, a lot of our pre-90s white wines were called Moselle. Sweet Riesling was popular, but that didn’t stop them from putting the label on any old white.
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Shiraz is/are very popular in California. And it is always labeled as such, so we know it is an Australian wine. I used to think a wine that had turned could be used as vinegar, but probably not, after reading this. You are lucky it didn’t make you sick.
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It quite possibly could have been used as vinegar but I wasn’t up to finding out. It was very unlikely to make me sick, it’s just oxidised and broken down juice and alcohol. It would need germs within it to cause illness and that is not very likely in alcohol.
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I think I may learn to appreciate more than which wine happens to be in my glass at the moment following you. Thanks for the read!
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Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
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learnt so much from this post. Getting to know more abou past history of south aussie wines. Thanks!
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The old wines and their past can be quite fascinating.
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at the bad bottle, is it mold? old wine stains? that thing looks disgusting, good that I cant smell it, but yes, just throwing it away without fully knowing doesnt seem right.
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It’s probably the leakage or breakage from another bottle that may have been sitting above it.
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Vinegar and battery acid? Reminds me of when my mother ventured into the world of home made wine making. Just awful. But no one had the nerve to say the truth. I like how you rationalize the cost. We women do that all the time. 🙂
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Rationalizing the cost definitely makes you feel better! If you can convince yourself you’ve got a bargain then all the better. Oh, I see now. 😉
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Great tale. Delighted you opened them in that order. We have a neighbour who has/had a lot of very good French wines from the 70s. A couple of years back, we decided that we should both start to drink his (and my) older wines. So we took it in turns to host a Sunday afternoon of wine tasting. After three visits to his, I had to give up. Every bottle of top name Bordeaux we sampled was years beyond it’s best. My overriding memory is on sitting in an overstuffed chair, sipping a rapidly thinning brown/red Bordeaux. My wines were not such great ‘houses’ but every bottle was at least drinkable and at best divine. I got the raw end of the deal.
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At least you got to drink some decent stuff after a bad initial run. Cheers!
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I admire your bravery in tasting that first one! After seeing the label, seeing the cork drop, and sniffing the “fumes,” I’m afraid I’d have immediately poured it down the drain.
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I know, but I just had to otherwise my senses were not completely satisfied. 😉
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Thank you kindly for dropping by wePoets, it’s much appreciated. 🙂
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Thanks for popping in! 🙂
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It’s a pleasure, next time I’ll have to have glass of wine. 😉
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I used to drunk clarets casks. They were really good hey. You can’t get them easy now days. lul 😦
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Thanks for the tip. I’ll keep a look out for a cask of Claret. 😛
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You should because it would be great find if you get one. They are good value hey.
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Sweet!
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No its not. Thats lambruscoe. Also does good casks.
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Holy crap, Conrad, you’re speedy on the views! I put the ‘Somm’ “review” (haha) up two minutes ago!
LOVED this post — I’m always eyeballing old bottles in the shop where I work, wondering what it’s like to get one’s hands on something from the 60s or the 70s. If I was pushier I’d try and get myself into the local circles to have a chance to try these things, but I’m an antisocial misanthrope at heart. Brilliant post, loved it, and of course the photos and labels — you know I’m all about the graphics! Please keep up the posts on your auction finds!
Cheers
Zelda/The Illustrated Wine
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Just good timing. Love your wine illustrations!
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Love that you don’t know what you’re getting. What an adventure! The sweet taste of a winner trumps all.
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Yep, for sure! 😉
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What fun! I love buying old wine at auctions. You never quite know what you will get, but the anticipation is great!
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Yep, it sure is! That’s what makes it all worthwhile.
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Thanks for following my blog, Conrad! In an effort to show respect, I’ve taken the box wine out of the refridgerator. I’ve done this in order to make an honest attempt at learning something from you. 😀 I already really enjoy a glass of tequlia, so I feel like I’m where I need to be…
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That is showing some serious respect! 😉
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And it shows I’m willing to lose the box wine, but not my tequila. 😉
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What a wonderful series of events! Thank you for posting this! You’re a brave man for daring to try the Redman! Yikes!
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Let’s call it a challenge. I like challenges! 😉
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You are my hero . . .
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I’ve got to be someone’s! 🙂
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You’re quite brave. Had already assumed that much from the eye-catching dresscode.
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Curiosity killed the cat, but not me! 😛
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Does the label condition give some hint as to the potential for the wine? That label is a little off-putting, I’d of worried about proper storage.
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It definitely doesn’t inspire confidence, that is for sure. Thinking positive, as I did, “there was an accident that spilled onto this wine bottle”. Ask no more.
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Worth a tumble if the price is right I suppose.
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Your description of disaster had me sitting on the edge of my seat. I felt tense on your behalf, as though I was there… Purple haze – nooo – Oh, those poor flies!… OMG, he’s going to taste it. Argh!
You know, I never thought that drinking wine could be dangerous in quite that way. You’re a brave man.
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Brave, silly, or stubborn? 😉
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Dedicated. Surely the word is Dedicated. 😛
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Great post. You so make me want to return to drinking wine (can’t cause it migraines my brains in an instant), the way you describe each step, the label, the scents, the colors…. it’s like each bottle of wine is an entire ceremony. And LOL !!. at the flies that usually circle your head dropping to the ground and the oxygenated liquid cleaning your pipes!!
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At least I finally got rid of those damn flies! 😉
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😉 😉
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Quite the adventurer. Glad to know it worked out so well in the end.
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I’m a wine nut so it’s always an adventure! 😉
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“Then, almost like a purple haze, out drifted a poisonous gas that almost knocked my head off. The flies that usually circle my head dropped to the ground.” Ha!
I’m now all about seeking out an old vintage just so I could participate in, “You just can’t get that experience in a young wine so it was well worth the risk for the final reward.”
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Old vintages are always a gamble but oh so worth it when they pay off. Good luck! 🙂
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I do not drink wine often … but really loved reading about it here ….
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Thanks for popping in!!
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When it comes to alcoholic beverages, I’m only concerned about one thing – dulling the senses- quckly, effectively and cheaply. I’ve read everywhere about the romantic relationship some people have with wine, and i’ve wondered about it. I enjoyed reading about your experience with the old bottle. I have to say, that you write about wine the way i’d write about going to an old used books store and hitting a jackpot with a cheap paperback on offer. Hopefully your blog will educate me more about wines.
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I like the old used book analogy! Cheers!!
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I want to be a wine snob when i grow up! And I think I’ve found the blog that will get me there…LOL!!
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Yeah, totally!
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One could almost classify this as first class wanking! Well done!
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LOL!! Cheers…
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