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Chateau Petrus 1990
I was lucky enough to start my fine wine pilgrimage more than 35 years ago when the Bank of England base rate was 15% and asset prices were in the doldrums. Fine wine prices were additionally depressed by Lloyds of London insurers going bust. As my income shot up fine wine became very affordable. My biggest regret - of course with the benefit of hindsight - was not buying more.
In 1994 I acquired a case of Ch. Petrus 1990 from Farr Vintners for £2450 in bond. A couple of years earlier I acquired a few bottles of Le Pin 1990 from Berry Brothers for £98 each, for writing articles about the Australian, New Zealand and Canadian dollars, each of which took me less than ten minutes to write. The Le Pin was my wine of the year in 2021.
The Petrus vs Le Pin theme became a recurring feature of my fine wine experience. The Petrus was stunning before it closed down, and it closed down hard for more than two decades. As recently as 2021 Le Pin '90 ran rings around Petrus '90 - it was late '60s/early '70s Mick Jagger at his raunchy exuberant best vs mid-90s Hugh Grant skulking in the corner. A bottle in 2013 was tannic and closed.
Back in the late 2000s I traded three bottles of Petrus 1990 for a non-pristine bottle of La Tache 1980 and a pristine bottle of Romanee Conti 1980, which worked out well. This still left me with a few bottles of the Petrus, so in December last year I decided to give another one a run out. My mind set was that if this bottle didn't perform I would sell the remaining ones. It really was the last chance saloon for Petrus 1990.
So it was wheeled out ceremoniously for our dinner at Elystan Street in mid-December, much to the delight of my dining companions. It was matched up against the formidable Ch. Cheval Blanc 1985, and my hope before the dinner was that it would not be embarrassed by St-Emilion's finest. The pressure ratcheted up another notch when the Cheval turned out to be an extraordinary bottle.
When the Petrus arrived at the table in a decanter the young sommelier had a grim expression on his face, then rotated his head 45 degrees to look at me and give me the death stare. I knew what he was going to say before he said it. I think it is corked he solemnly declared. When I tasted it I begged to differ…as did my dining companions. It had that same minty top note as it did on opening several hours earlier, but it wasn’t corked.
The rest as they say is history. This wine seems finally to have reached its maturity and proceeded to reveal all its glory as it unfurled majestically. There were flowers – red roses - cassis, red berries – strawberries and cherries – plums, white truffles, cigar box, and spices. It was ever so seamless, decadent and dense; so layered, long and glorious. Impeccably balanced and supremely elegant, so exotic and sensuous, as it fanned out like a peacock. The Cheval Blanc 1985 had finally met its match. And then some.
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