Tuesday 13 December 2011

St. Thomas’ Solitude on the Sabbath

What happens when you make ‘Burgundy’ out of McLaren Vale Shiraz and leave it for 40 years?! Some new breed of Port perhaps?!

Hardy’s St. Thomas Burgundy.
Always worth a look!

This little lovely came from an interesting source – best left undisclosed!

Dry as Hell! Hues and clarity not unlike that of beef Jus, I was surprised at how well this one has stood the test of time.

Nose is not overly pleasant, slightly metallic. But softens into some yeasty, rancio, Porty characters.

Taste is almost malty, like molasses or that tinny taste you get from eating golden syrup straight off the spoon.
Surprisingly, this one didn’t self destruct in 10 minutes. It actually rounded out with time and air. Though the nose didn’t improve, it started to head towards acetone.

I’m matching this one to Black Sabbath “Solitude” off Master of Reality. Made in 1971, same year as this wine.

“My name it means nothing
My fortune is less
My future is shrouded in dark wilderness
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
Everything I possessed - now they are gone”

These poignant lyrics are a great reflection of much of the Australian wine Industry in its current form.
Who are Hardy’s anymore?
What’s it worth?

Where is the future – what will we be drinking in 40 years time?

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