A lovely tromp through Barcombe Woods near Lewes today was followed by a pint of Harvey’s in the local pub, which was abuzz with excitement about tomorrow’s Lewes bonfire night. If you’ve never been to one - I highly recommend it, but don’t let the Health and Safety bods know. It’s probably the best bonfire event in the country - crazy, pagan and utterly wild!
Back home, we made some Mallorcan lobster stew (well, why not), and opened this bottle:
Côtes du Jura, Chardonnay, Le Clavaire, Domaines Carlines 2017
A bottle to split opinion, methinks! For me - it encapsulated what I love about wines from the Jura. They are completely their own thing - or as they say in Sussex - “We wunt be druv!” The husband found it intriguing, more than enjoyable. He wanted more of a hug from his wine, and instead the wine asked for his mind.
Anyway, what to say - this has a wonderfully unique profile. Call it ‘liquid flapjack’. Or maybe ‘the wine equivalent of peanut butter’. Pale straw in the glass, the nose had notes of… well, peanut butter, as well as pears, a hint of vanilla and porridge. Perhaps a touch of nutmeg spiciness too.
On the palate, it seduced with its creamy mouthfeel and embraced it with its nutty and oat-like notes, as well as crunchy apples, yellow flowers (I never tasted broom or gorse, but I imagine them to taste like this wine) and lees-y tangy savouriness. The faint hint of vanilla warmed the cockles on the medium plus finish.
It had zinging minerality but was creamy at the same time. It was nutty and savoury and not particularly fruit-driven… it was Jura all-over, and unlike the single reviewer on the website - me loved it very much!
Happy bonfire weekend to all!