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The Bellinghman
Date: 2009-07-27 12:18
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Out with uitlander last night at our local Indian restaurant, we'd been presented with the Wine List. I quickly cast my eye down it, and ordered #21.

A red Cote du Rhone. Well, bellinghwoman and I have a certain sentimental attachment to the Southern Rhone, and although it didn't specifically say so, I reckoned the wine I'd chosen was Southern Rhone.

When the wine arrived, with the familiar green seal on the top of the cork, I asked to check the label. Yes, it was what I'd hoped it was from the name on the wine list: Château Saint Esteve d'Uchaux (the list just said 'Red Cote du Rhone Domaine St Estephe').

Now, for most of you, this will be a pretty obscure wine. But it was the first time I'd bought a bottle from anywhere except the Chateau itself. Back in '95, I'd been driving through Provence on the way to Mt Ventoux when I spotted a stately building off to the left, with a 'come hither' sign by the entrance. I'd driven in, and ended up leaving with a case in the car boot. Now, one cannot drink wine on one's own, so I recruited someone to help me consume this.

A year later, on February 29th 1996, that person and I were driving back from Mt Ventoux, and we dropped in and bought two cases.

I'd never encountered a bottle since before last night, but for bellinghwoman and me, it's 'our wine'.
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The Bellinghman
User: bellinghman
Date: 2009-07-27 23:13 (UTC)
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They're very proud of Gigondas down there - the wonderfully eccentric ex-pat-gone-native* with whom I was staying the first time strongly recommended I buy it. As it is, we do tend to have a few bottles in the wine rack.

*She drank wine with breakfast, and had entries in the Peerage for two different marriages.
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User: surliminal
Date: 2009-07-27 23:26 (UTC)
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You know this is really bizarre - that sounds exactly like the person WE were staying with! She was an ancient Lady something and she was a friend of my ex's family (I think some connection via his dad being a senior civil servant.) and she was basically spending her dying days happily drinking pink wine morning and night. she had this fabulous rustic house in the village but the fridge was full of rotting food and the whole house smelt kind of off - but despite that it was a wondrful stay. I came away thinking, if I get that old I'd far rather go out drinking pink wine in the sun than in some nursing home..
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The Bellinghman
User: bellinghman
Date: 2009-07-28 07:50 (UTC)
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I suspect that it's not unheard of. In my case, Lady Sheila's fridge was not full of yuck, and it was only one glass at breakfast.

But rustic old house in a small village (though west of the river near Uzes), yes.
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