After a quiet day at work, I thought I’d shift some of the tiles in our courtyard. That done, or er, well, on its way – I was thirsty.
A good chance to try, 2002 Meursault Clos Velle Darviot-Perrin. Into the premox dangerzone once more. Let’s keep our hard hats on.
First bottle was premoxed, not that badly, but enough to merit the sink rather than the throat. Second bottle lovely – not a high-def, powerful Meursault, but really gentle, lightly toasty and drinking perfectly now. Not old in the least. One forgets sometimes how well white Burgundy even of modest appellations can age. A really nice expression of terroir – nothing forced. I looked this up as I wasn’t sure where Clos Velle was. It is a the eastern end of the village, and a monopole of the Perrins, only half a hectare that yields about 250 cases or so. I like the quote from Steen Olson which I would agree with “Darviot-Perrin is sadly somewhat overlooked by many, and that is indeed a mistake.”