chickenfeet

We call them "primeurs". 72 was a fairly bad year, but I always found that good wines in bad years are always better than so-so wines even in good years. Case in point, friends once offered me a bottle of 1977 Mouton Rothschild. 1977 has such a bad reputation it doesn't even appear on those little vintage calendars that go 1976, 1978. My boyfriend in the early 90s was a bit (a bit? a huge mega whammy) of a wine snob. "Ils se sont foutus de ta gueule," he sniffed when I showed him the bottle. I took it back, and drank it with someone else. Nectar all the way, subtle, smoky, tannic, just plain wonderful.