“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





02 December 2016


A prominent fore-runner of today's nationwide trend to Italian varieties and wine types, Professor Brian Freeman quit his wine science post at Charles Sturt University to plant an adventurous but cleverly planned vineyard up in the Hilltops region between Young and Wombat in New South Wales. More than most pioneers, Freeman carefully chose his terroir for its capacity to produce the wine types he'd found and loved in north-east Italy.

I've kept a steady admiring eye on the lovely Freeman reds for some years; it's good now to have two smart whites to relish.

First the Freeman Prosecco 2016 ($23; 11.5% alcohol; cork) is from two clones of this Veneto sparkling variety planted in 2011 at 560 cool metres in the Pinnacle Block of the Altura Vineyard. If this wine's pretty pale straw meadow aromas and delicate waft of honeydew melon oozed from a flute of the sparkling wine made in that part of France they call Champagne you'd be happily paying at least three times this price, so that's a dollop more incentive if this fetching bouquet doesn't suck you in far enough. It's a husky, freckled sort of a blonde. In keeping with that, the wine has a gentle pale flesh, inbuilt deliberately by fermenting half the assemblage in barrels and keeping that wine on yeast lees for regular stirring. So you get comforting texture made more reassuring with a barely-detectable sweetness, delivered in a slightly prickly, petillant fizz that dances right bonnie to a  bagatelle of crunchy almond biscotti. I imagine my Ferrari ticking impatiently outside when I drink this.

A smart follow-up is the sweet, botrytis-riddled Freeman Dolcino 2015 ($25 .500 mL.,  11% alcohol; screw cap) which the Prof urges is best had before, or between meals, with some serious duck liver paté or a terrine. Made from Viognier deliberately unpruned to encourage botrytis strike, it has a prickle all its own in that alluring pickled ginger fragrance. It's fluffy of texture, but that cushion, with its appropriate sweetness, is neatly offset by considerable high-country acidity. So sure, take it with your afternoon paté on toast, even with contrasting crudités or giardiniera, or try it for elevenses with Haigh's ginger chocolates.

It's that time of year ...

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