journalist Jacques Dupont Point was chosen for the 2010 edition of his "special wines, to honor the 13 names which, to the quality the 2009 vintage, the Beaujolais-Villages. A tasting was organized by the inter his request earlier this summer. We presented our wine and were fortunate that it appeals to Jacques Dupont. "Mineral, lively, fruity, a little tight, holding, pretty, fresh, good length, balanced." He was awarded the honorable footnote 15 on 20 and put him in eleventh place in its ranking over a hundred wines tasted.
The blind tasting is complete, the identity of the bottles was unveiled appreciated. Lucky, too, insisted that the grower in charge of serving wine, sommelier training, we knew, having started its conversion to bio along with us. He told us to Jacques Dupont, told him that I was computer programmer before becoming winemaker. The uniqueness of my background interested the journalist, who expressed the wish to meet. The evening we dined together at home.
We were pretty intimidated my wife and me. Jacques Dupont is one of several tasters whose opinions count in the wine world. We wondered what we were going to tell him. Do not commit odd, pleasing the critics as our wine was pleasing him, hoping that gives us a small room in his special wines. At the end of this issue, Le Point double its sales, more than 700,000 copies printed (and sold!). That's still a whole lot of readers interested in the likes of Jacques Dupont, so a real opportunity to find customers for people like us start the sale by the bottle. We found
Jacques Dupont, very friendly and full of simplicity. During the meal, he told us some anecdotes from his many visits to vineyards (that I found some more later in his book "Things drunk," read this summer and I recommend reading the passage, informative and enjoyable, somewhat in the vein of the Dictionary of wine lovers Bernard Pivot, other scholarly work but not making head). He showed us on his laptop great photos taken by Michel Labelle, the photographer who came later to the photo of Ms. Mezigue and illustrating the small portrait of Jacques Dupont gives us the point. He told us he loves casseroles to prepare for his friends, his first experiences as a journalist in the free radio stations, thousand subjects who made this evening a true moment of togetherness. We tasted some wines from the house, a Fleurie 2007 (our oldest vintage!), Yet marked by a shift in new oak which he says nothing (silence I'd rather not read!), but my little wine type zero input, zero sulfite. The atmosphere was good child, I have some pride in this wine that I find surprising and I felt confident enough to make him eat. He tasted it, did not find unpleasant but nevertheless did not hit the roof. I asked him what he thought of wine without suffering, I informed him of the interest I had for these wines, my questions about what type of wine when he interrupted a "Do this is not bullshit! ". That's the kind of thing that sobers you as dry. And then we train, we train. One wonders if we have not said too much. "It's not what I meant." Uh, no, I totally agree with you. It's wine deviant. Well, uh ...". And we said we talked too much. That said the thing he should not say. The evening continues, the man is always so nice, always pleasant exchanges, but we can not help thinking about this "incident" on wines without sulfur. Should I return the item for specifying the back of my mind? "This is the sulfur-free wine that interests me. But I agree. You MUST sulphite to the bet." And finally, we prefer not to return to the subject for fear of annoying our host by our insistence. And we are talking again and vineyards, organic (about more consensus today that our man does not make a religion), and stews. Then it's time to leave. To salute Jacques, thanking him for his visit, telling him how we would (sincerely) happy to see him again at the next crossing in the vineyard for a tasting of Fleurie, this time why not. And the days pass, and the feeling of having been shot in the foot by displaying the will to make wines that are clearly not those of Jacques Dupont wants to defend, promote, because they simply are not to his liking, although still slowly fading until the day you receive a call notifying you of the Point of a photographer will come home you get the portrait. Phew.
And here we are now on page 188, Sophie and me, posing, smiling, triumphant demonstration of our happiness to have become winemakers.
"The time when I was making money are over" I told Jacques Dupont. (About that I remember him holding. I also confirms that the adventure for those attempting, by the computer time run, it's still more lucrative than winemaker ;-). "But I won something." "My legitimacy starts, I want to build it." It cons by the memory of this connection is less now, but maybe I've kept. For without vanity on my part, I do not consider myself more legitimate (I am tempted to write "much less") that all those tenants with flowers or otherwise, who make wine for generations and have therefore not had the chance to be a computer or seller of lingerie, as one of the other neos presented in the special wines of this year before embarking on the vine and which finally the path less exciting to the reader's point. I am surprised by the interest they manifest each time I explain my change of career path. "You're lucky, you realize your dream." I am told often. It's fun to see how it seems sometimes envied, not eventually becoming winemaker (although), but having had at one time (avancé!) of my life, will, courage (the unconsciousness) everything behind for a new life. The grass is always greener on the other .... This is especially true when it launches in bio :-) (I have to be careful with the smiley, it makes me side applause swells a little, you 're ready, it's your smile ;-)
little anecdote in passing on the grass would be greener elsewhere. We were contacted in 2008 by Delarue to go on his show, chuck everything to change their lives, precisely. Much I was super motivated to get Jacques Dupont at home, as Jean-Luc Delarue, I'm told means. It was then, despite several reminders, refused the invitation. I was not particularly want to find myself sitting in front of him and his sheets, sandwiched between an old part of the banking sector who decided to chuck everything to change their lives by opening guest houses in Quercy and a former postman who decided to chuck everything to change their lives by taking a diving center diving in Guadeloupe. "You were a computer scientist in the Paris region, and you have decided to clad all to change their lives and become a winemaker in Beaujolais , in Fleurie. We look at the story and you call Lilian. No thank you Jean-Luc, it will go.
However, I remember Delarue in its infancy, its "this is being discussed," where subjects were treated very interesting and little discussed because a taboo, such as that of the sexuality of mentally , a program that challenged me at the time on the "management" of mental handicap in France. After he drifted a little boy. As I do right now :-) (good practice anyway smileys).
Jacques Dupont, meanwhile, if I can afford this analysis, and if I can allow myself to express it (I can afford?), Wishes to be on helping those who share his love of wine and decided to chuck everything (it's the last time I'm finished) to become a winemaker. It begins with wine tasting. Then meet the winemakers who made those he favored. Then possibly give a boost winemakers to "beginners" which he deems worthwhile work, and project personality. A little bit of Robin Hood vines (I had dared to joke when we met). We can not (me included!) Than to thank, when some of these colleagues prefer to push open doors.
That said, I must admit that I love my Beaujolais-Villages, which I am very happy but not surprised that it's more that he liked Jacques Dupont. (For cons very disappointed he did not like the tasters' Burgundy today "to which I had also submitted ;-) (Really not bad at all these smiley). But I must admit at the same time I am unable to say what actions I did (or I did not do!) To arrive at this result! Admittedly, I led the fermentation with great care. While the grapes crushed were of impeccable quality. But how this differs from what may have been to my fellow vintners of Beaujolais? The health status of the harvest was outstanding throughout 2009. Our semi-dry wine is whole bunch of classic (traditional fermented Beaujolais). So why my wine more than another? Is this due to livestock by lightning? the humidity of the cellar of livestock? In this famous terroir, which everyone is gloating but we feel all the pains of the world to give a precise definition? The fact that I'm in bio and the wine was made from yeast? I know absolutely nothing. It would be presumptuous of me to hand suggest otherwise. And then I can not help but think of all the Beaujolais winemakers who are experiencing difficult times and who can question the legitimacy of the computer with straw hat smiling amid tasting notes of Beaujolais-Villages chosen by the influential Jacques Dupont.
But this does not prevent you from buying my village! Jacques Dupont's good. And we can trust him :-)
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