“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)


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29 June 2018

GO GET GEDDES GEOLOGICAL SHIRAZ TRIO

Tim Geddes at Seldom Inn; and below, his Shiraz, with ironstone ... photos Philip White



Another Blewitt Springs secret: tasting new Shiraz at Geddes' Seldom Inn
by PHILIP WHITE

First time I saw Tim Geddes he was standing in the gloom in the back of Wayne Thomas's winery on McLaren Flat Road. I was there for a tasting - the mighty Thommo wanted to pick my brains over one wine or another. 

He'd collected me first thing in the city, handed me a stubby of Cooper's Ale and a smoke, and off we set, southward. The McLaren Vale pub was not officially open, but we snuck in the back door, attacked more beer and another pack of full-strength Escorts while Thommo emptied his wallett into the gambling till. 

Damn nags. Never happy til he was up to his ankles in betting slips. 

We reached the winery at about eleven ack emma for more beers and friggin fags while Thommo (left) got this bloke he called Tim to bring samples for me to taste. Your actual red wine. Beautiful red wine. 

"Bloody top winemaker, Tim," Thommo assured me, as if he had nothing to do with it. 

"Bloody Kiwi. Helped get me two Bushing Crowns. And the Perkins trophy. Want another beer. Whitey?" 

Now the lovely crazy Thommo's long dead, and Tim wins trophies for himself. He's married to Amanda, a chef, and they've got two great kids and a new winery and tasting room they call Seldom Inn. It's deep in the belly of McLaren Vale's latest glam discovery, Blewitt Springs. 

South across the Blewitt Springs gullies from Yangarra's High Sands ... photo Philip White

Which, as your actual geological region, serious white locals have appreciated for over a century. Before they arrived, the Kuarna must have revered it for its food and shelter. Before that it was significant for the fifty million years it took to take shape atop the billion year old bedrock way down below. 

Tim and Amanda offer a great range of local wines, including some brilliant single-vineyard selections. There's a long queue of vendageurs wanting to work there through vintage as Amanda matches the lunches to the wines. I'm dribbling like a dill into three current Geddes Shiraz offerings. Go visit! 

Geddes Maslin Shiraz 2017 
$40; 13.8% alcohol; screw cap 

Darrel Hunt's Le-Fleurie vineyard is in Maslin Sands at Maslin Beach. Darrel lives in the original Maslin's cottage. On top of that deep rusty coarse-grained sand there's a thin layer of clayey loam with odd scraps of calcrete and some very happy Shiraz. 

Darrel, Cowboy and Tim in Le-Fleurie ... photo Philip White

When made like everybody makes wine, with the conventional barrels and the conventional ideas, the Le-Fleurie wine reminds me of Coonawarra. But Tim made this in a posh 3,000 litre French oak foudre, or very expensive, very old-fashioned tank. In place of the usual simple berry fruit,and at this ideal, respectful alcohol level, this huge oaken tank gives the wine a leaner, tighter look. In fact, it seems to wind the volume of the ferruginous bit of the sand right up: in some ways, it smells like a forge, with all those whiffs of hot coke, tar and iron ... even the smithy's leather apron gets its nose in. 

So there's no shortage of complexity or interest here. Or brilliant Shiraz fruit picked at a sensibly modest baumé. Take a slurp and you have this tight, athletic, strapping red. Its modest alcohol keeps it lissom and bright, to bolster its deep garnet snarl. It's whippy and strapping, and reminds me of the St Henri Clarets of the '60s and '70s. 

Made in big wood tanks: St Henri Claret at Penfolds Magill Estate ... photo Philip White

To drink right now, it's a little like the reds Stephen Pannell makes in his very big oaks; tending to modern Spain in style. Let it have a few years in the dark and it'll drag you back into those gentle old-style St Henri Clarets, made in big wood tanks, not sappy new barrels like Grange and 707, and at much lower alcohols than those Penfolds of the '70s and 80s. Rock and roll. 

Geddes Fe2+ Shiraz 2016 
$40; 14.5% alcohol; screw cap 

Iron-rich - ferruginous - loam over calcereous clay near Torresans' Winery gave this fruit, which Tim thought deserved some new tight-grained French barrels. He chose puncheons, the largest of the conventional barrels. 

Profile near Torresan's: see that ferruginous, nutrient-rich top layer of loam? That's soil. The calcerious clay below is geology ... photo Philip White

So we have another tight irony bouquet in which the oak seems in a way to counteract the prickle of that higher alcohol. But the fruit aromas here are right down the Blackberry Nip/Ribena alley and there's not much sign of raw wood at all: the grapes have eaten it. Lively little bastards. 

As hinted in the Maslin review, the smaller new barrels seem to preserve the berry flavours, while the cheeky bare-faced juiciness of the fruit overwhelms any simple new barrel sap which would be more obvious with grapes of lower quality. Maybe grapes grown in ground with less nutrient ... or indeed made in even smaller barrels: hogsheads or barriques. 

So. A bouquet verging on the sinister leads to a mouthful of healthy fresh fruit, fleshy and vibrantly bright. It'll live for yonks, but this is a wine I will prefer to drink in its youth. It's fun. It makes me smile. 

Geddes Old Vine Shiraz 2016 $40
14,5% alcohol; screw cap 

73 year old bush vines in Blewitt Springs popped this baby out. The unique geology of the Blewitt gullies is confusing: way down there's the same coarse Maslin Sand that underlies Le-Fleurie, twelve kays away on the coast. On top of that in Blewitt Springs there's a layer of conglomerate ironstone (see photo), sometimes massive slabs of the stuff, otherwise pellets the size of grapeshot.

Slab ironstone in Yangarra's Ironheart Vineyard (top). This forms when loose Maslin Sand is exposed to the air where it oxidises in ferruginous water, which has washed those tiny quartz pebbles into the conglomerate before it set like terrazzo. This formation underlies many vineyards from Hickinbotham Clarendon on the rim of the Onkaparinga Gorge, south through Blewitt Springs to the edge of McLaren Flat.

This fresh profile's at the back of the Seldom Inn winery. Way below this lies the ironstone cap on the deep, loose  Maslin Sand that underlies much of the region. On top of that there's a layer of ferruginous clay, which you can see here, with a layer of grapeshot ironstone and quartz which has been washed on top, then the very recent æolian, wind-blown sand with its vegetal nutrient topping and scraps of calcrete ... photos Philip White

Then there's often some clay and on top a layer of white-to-grey æolian sand which the wind blew in during the last few thousand years. This sand is mobile: remove the vegetation and the sand moves. 

Tim made this in a foudre, but included one new small barrel's worth in the final assemblage "for structure". 

It too takes me back to the smithy, with all its dark gunmetal glints. Fruit? Think of the darkest, bluest, tiniest things like juniper. All those lovely little red things your Mum said were poisonous. This bouquet will  take a decade to unfold. Use a decanter. 

But the flavour? It IS a drink, and it's a very dangerous, easy slippery slide of a drink right now. It's wickedly delicious, with the bitter pickled cherry we're finding more and more in the new generation Grenache wines grown in those sands. 

It's delightful in its elegance, but also gives real meaning to the word ravenous, the restless driven hunger of the raven. In this instance it also indicates that scary black-blue gunmetal hue. And mood. I'd be careful who I shared it with: if they had the faintest glimmer of this in their eyes I'd be a goner. Stone the crows.

Mansplaining? Nah, holding forth: with Cynthia Ganesharajah at Geddes' handsome new tasting and sales room on Blewitt Springs Road, McLaren Vale ... photo Russell Jackson

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