Dominique Portet
Origine Pyrenees Cabernet Sauvignon 2012
$45; 14% alcohol;
screw cap; 93+++ points
It seems like only yesterday that the young Frenchman,
Dominique Portet, was excitedly promoting his first Taltarni Cabernet around
Melbourne. He'd come from Bordeaux, found himself some cool upland in
Victoria's Prenees, and got his nose to the winestone. Goodness me. That was
1976. Start again. It seems like only yesterday that the middle-aged Frenchman,
Dominique Portet, was excitedly promoting his new Yarra Valley Cabernet around
Melbourne; suggesting the Yarra had what he'd always wanted and sought after in
the Pyrenees, which he'd now left. Goodness me, that was 2000. And now we see
Dominique and son Ben bringing us another Pyrenees Cabernet cryptically
provenanced as being 'crafted from hand-picked grapes from an iconic elevated
old-vine Pyrenees vineyard'. This is
bright, intense, happy Cabernet, pretty with blackcurrant and violet and
alluringly fresh and vibrant. It's alive! And it's elegant, and it makes me
smile, and makes me think of juicy lamb cutlets with reduced spinach and a
hearty mash with radish and raw onion chopped in at the end ... it's a wine
that makes me want to laugh and chatter away as if there was no tomorrow ...
Dominique Portet
Yarra Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2012
$48; 13.5% alcohol;
cork; 89+ points
All the pretties that we often expect of Cabernet: the
allegedly 'lifted' - 'lifted'? 'Lifted' from where? - aromas of violets and
lavendar, are not quite so prominent in this wine. Maybe somebody else 'lifted'
them and took them somewhere else ... I mean they're there, but they're wrapped
in wholesome secondary complexities like tea tin and leather, which is a
delight and a relief, given those low alcohols. It could have been a brash
green thing, after all. Instead, it's a smug, complex wine of a certain
old-fashioned style. The palate is slender and complex and well-formed and balanced,
making this one of those wines you can happily sit and ponder all by yourself,
even if there are other folks at the table. Ask yourself whether it was worth
paying an extra $3 for the cork, and whether it's the cork alone that brings
that old-fashioned, slightly oxidised whimsy to your glass. And of course it is
... now you know why you've come over all quiet! The Portuguese hi-jacked
your pretties with that damned bark
plug.
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