The End of Waiting
2001 Domaine Dujac Chambolle Musigny
Morey-St. Denis, France
$28.99 (found heavily discounted at a NH grocery store!)
www.dujac.com
Over the years I’ve admittedly made a few last minute substitutions when grabbing some wine to take to a party. While I’d never take plonk to a get-together, I wouldn’t bring Premier Cru Burgundy when simple French rosé would suffice either. I’m sure all of us have, at times, made just that same decision when confronted by similar circumstances for a variety of reasons. For some, it might be the thought that the wine in hand really needs a few more years in the cellar. While for others, it may be the realization that those attending the evening’s festivities aren’t really worthy of the elixir we’ve guarded so expectantly. Recently, I was reminded of this scenario while drinking Domaine Dujac’s 2001 Chambolle-Musigny. Four previous bottles had been drunk with little distinction (I gave my fifth to a friend for his birthday). I thought its fruit character simple and straightforward; I thought it showed too much new oak. Mind you, it was always pleasant and most noticeably well-made. It just never lived up to the billing for me. So with its drinking two weeks ago, my last bottle of Dujac served as much more than a delicious accompaniment to house-cured duck confit. It was a revealing reminder of a tenet I’d discovered a few years back, that nothing transforms wine quite like the company with which it’s enjoyed.
Dujac’s 2001 Chambolle-Musigny presented a deep garnet color of medium intensity with freshness enough remaining to suggest there’s more fruit herein for additional cellaring. Showing black cherry, blackberry, and violets to the nose, this wine’s perfume deepened over time to offer licorice and underbrush. I even detected the scent of sweet cured meat! And it nicely delivered a quality I find so compelling about good Burgundy: sinewy concentration in a relatively lean frame, too rare an achievement in New World pinot noir. Its balancing acidity, wrapped in red currant and cranberry flavors, maintained the wine’s freshness from one glass to the next. What distinguished this bottling as truly elegant for me was a persistent, chalky minerality that gave the wine’s dry finish considerable length. Overall, this village level wine is a pretty blend of bright and dark fruit character that’s punctuated by enough tertiary bouquet to captivate anyone who admires good Burgundy. In short, this wine was balanced and pure and a pleasure to drink.
So what stops us from opening our most treasured bottles? What holds us back? I have a hunch that oftentimes it’s more than our skepticism over whether a certain bottle is really ready to drink. Sure, Bordeaux can take decades to achieve its full potential, but even it can reward generously with a few years bottle age provided what’s on our dinner plate—and who’s sitting across the table—is intimately engaging. I reckon a properly cellared bottle of 1982 Cos d’Estournel would taste like nothing more than a properly cellared bottle if served with trite conversation and uninspired fare. So maybe our real obstacle isn’t time after all. Maybe we’re more attendant upon opportunity, that magical convergence of good food with treasured companionship, than we are to time’s passage in a bottle. From my experience getting that duo right is one of life’s bigger accomplishments, so I’m tickled that I’m now blessed with both. Recommended.





