Chassagne-Montrachet


what:

AOC
Côte de Beaune
Burgundy, France
100% Chardonnay

where:
Noble Fare
321 Jefferson Street
Savanah, GA


when:
derby season

 

character:

There is often a bit of curious wonder upon first encountering the Betty Davis of Burgundy. One sees her for the first time and cannot help wondering (with a pang of superficial guilt) how she became a star at all. Dry and firm, she has a slightly fuller body, and has not the long legs of other Burgundian stars. Yet she possesses two qualities which cannot be denied: complexity and class. That she is often only mentioned after (and not always immediately after) her more popular and acclaimed neighboring stars, Meursault and Puligny-Montrachet, is perhaps due to the fact that she takes a bit longer than either to show her class. In her youth one gets rather more of the firmness than anything. (Then again, comparing any young actress to a young Katherine Hepburn is hardly a fair fight.) But with age…with age the complexity begins to show in the performance, a slight toastiness is heard in the voice, and the class of an iconic star emerges.


tastes like:


A command given in the form of a question.


pairs nicely with:


Shrimp bisque with truffle corn relish, shitakis, and white truffle oil; three on a match; a weekly lunch between four ladies who have been friends for over a decade, a bi-weekly bridge game between the same, and the light easy polite conversation of four female friends who already know each other’s little impolite secrets; any production of Grey Gardens in which Little Edie reminds you of a young Bette Davis, any production of Grey Gardens in which Big Edie reminds you of Bette Davis in her prime; diver scallops with oyster mushrooms, potato puree, smoked bacon & corn relish, and balsamic vinaigrette; playing bridge with three older Southern women in Savannah and being struck by the sudden sensation that across the table and beneath the innocuous ‘dears’ and ‘darlings,’ that one is being talked about (and not in a complimentary manner) with nothing more than knowing little looks; and, of course, a fine Langres.