Tonight, some baked cheese, torn fresh sourdough and a glass of yesterday’s chianti. As usual, it’s even better on day 2.
Then some 2010 Boxler Sommerberg GC Riesling.
I would class this as a special wine. The 2014 attracted this particularly lovely review (better than any nonsense out of 100…) in The Observer:
“Ask a group of winemakers what it is they think is so special about wine, what makes it worthy of all the attention they give it, and a majority will say something about the way it captures like nothing else the essence of a certain place at a certain time. This high-minded attitude isn’t always easy to sustain. So much wine is really no more special than anything else at the supermarket: it might be worth drinking, it might be disgusting, but it’s on those terms – rather than any quasi-mystical relationship between man and the natural world – that it should be judged. Sometimes, however, there are bottles that really do seem to have the magical time-and-space travelling effect. Albert Boxler’s riesling is one such: a gorgeous swell of mellow orchard fruit over a steely frame of acidity that takes me right back to the single, singular vineyard where it is made. Thoughts about the complex causal web of place and time in Boxler’s Sommerberg Riesling were prompted by tasting three vintages of the wine back to back: the expansive 2014 I found more immediately appealing on the day than the tighter, tauter 2013 or the honeyed 2012. But in a week, a year, or a decade’s time? I wouldn’t like to say. You can buy all three vintages from The Wine Society if you want to perform your own experiment or simply enjoy the work of one of France’s best white wine producers. - David Williams”
For the 2010, just add some hints of honey and toast to that description and you’re there. No need for any food with this. Indeed, no need to do anything really.