Went to Boisdale in Canary Wharf tonight & could not help but notice the 2000 La Lagune on the wine list. Having tried the other day the 2010 version from TWS, could not resist the temptation & asked them to cork it for us.
The initial impression was that the 2000 was a pale shadow of the 2010: thin, characterless, lifeless & far too smooth for what I was hoping to experience.
This made me worry: perhaps my taste is simply not refined enough? I can’t see the ephemeral higher order beauty for my eyes had never seen but the simplest forms of ordinary life? I don’t have enough taste buds? How many do I have? How many more taste buds would I have left now if it was not for the countless bottles of cote de bordeaux et al that I consumed over the years? Why were my formative years largely spent on drinking rose, of all things? Was there any hope for me?
However, as the evening progressed I could presently notice the demonic effect of La Lagune: the ‘lifeless’, ‘thin’ started to expand into ‘live & kicking’ & ‘large’ until I could clearly feel that the planet Earth did in fact contain inside another hidden planet ‘of a significantly larger size’.
That was the precise moment when one would expect the Angel of the Odd to walk in. But alas, to be paid a visit by the Chief Teufel it would need to be Lafit, otherwise you would be accused of ‘trying to insult an Angel & a Gentleman’ with existentially insignificant affairs.
But it proves my earlier findings that La Lagune has demons inside, now confirmed over two different vintages.