Chateau Mouton Rothschild

If I were ever to drink a wine that is “blog worthy” this would be it. So, without further adieu my post about Rothschild and a wine themed night.

It was a celebratory evening to commemorate the end of our thesis and the school year coming to an end. The first wine we opened was a 2005 cab sauv  from Frogs Leap in Napa. This wine smelt amazing and rich at first yet became a head of lettuce with fennel,bell pepper and some sort of spice or herb that I couldn’t pick out, and although that description may not sound so appealing, it was actually very enjoyable.Wine number 2 was a 1994 Crozes Hermitage from  Paul Jaboulet Aine. We tried to decant this wine as long as possible, and we could have let it sit even longer but the suspense was too much. I’d never tried a Crozes Hermitage and it took me by surprise.It was so salty and briny, after drinking it you would have thought you had just eaten an olive, and I don’t even like olives but I loved this wine, and with the lamb shank and mushroom risotto that accompanied it…a memorable dining experience to say the least. BUT THEN, we happened to find ourselves in a wine cellar, and that’s where we meet our wine of the evening; the Chateau Mouton Rothshild. I’ll admit this wine is probably more about the name than the wine itself. There’s so much to that name though, you cant help but get caught up in it all and last night, I was probably a wine label whore. The Chateau is one of only 5 First Growths in Bordeaux, so who cares if its all about the name, it was an experience.The cork was fully soaked and mouldy on the outside but what was inside was perfectly fine and  smooth as silk. I didn’t want to finish my glass, I really didn’t. That’s the sad thing about wine,  it only gets one chance, one moment to shine,and then just like that, its over . This ’78 Mouton Rosthschild sat in a cellar for 32 years and it was born last night and lived a short yet beautiful life. My 1st ever First Growth Bordeaux was everything I had dreamed it would be.  If that wasn’t enough, we also opened a bottle of 1976 Villard Noir from Inniskillin just for kicks, and we were  pleasantly surprised . That lil wine must have been a fighter, but it also gives Niagara a promising future.



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