Get out of Town!

Seriously?  I mean, really?  Have I slipped into some kind of wine coma never to return?  If so, I’m definitely in wine heaven…and, I’m not sure I’d ever really like to leave.  Is that okay?
If there is a wine heaven, it is here.  With the birds chirping you awake, the fresh smells of damp earthy soil and the sunshine just warm enough to brush the white winter glow from your skin- this must be the place!  Where, you ask?  Chassagne-Montrachet.
Chassagne-Montrachet, a village in the Cote de Beaune that warrants some of the greatest Chardonnays on the planet.  If you’ve ever heard the ‘Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove’ (which refers to magnificent Pinot Noir in Burgundy) – this could most definitely sing the same praises.  The ‘Iron Fist’ saying pertains, of course, to this red beauty, but if there were a saying for Chardonnay of this stealthy power – it would probably sound something like it.
Rich in its mouth-feel, yet soft to the palate – these white wines (Chardonnay) are some of the most mesmerizing wines of the world.  I love Chardonnay from this region!  This is real Chardonnay.  And, if Americans could really understand what these Chardonnays taste like, they would never settle for ‘movie theater butter popcorn Chard’ again.  This what I teach when I think of Chardonnay in classes.  These characteristics that are sometimes, indescribable.  I love the oyster shell minerality, yet the suppleness of its femininity.  It is masculine, yet so pretty.  Like a Marilyn Monroe in her silky long white slip.  Just Amazing.
And guess what…I woke up in this Disneyland of Wine this morning!  Right in the heart of it.  Throwing our big french windows open to the sunshine and clean crisp air, made me smile.  Espressos and Croissants delivered to your room and possibly a glass of Chardonnay to wash it all down with – unbelievable.  So yes, I get it, Mr French Man in Paris quoting “Why would we carry anyone else’s wines (from other countries) when we have all we need here?”  I get it.  Certainly, it is something to be so proud of, and that…is what the French have.  Pride.  Pride for their famed estates, grapes, livelihood and again, culture.  It is a grape growing community like no other.  If you think for a second that you can compare it to an American Wine Appellation, think again.  It can’t be done.  These are some of the birth places of greatness.  Wines of dignity and certainly can boast, a little snootiness.  See, I get it.  Be snotty – because guess what, you can!
Everyone has their story… From Croatia to Burgundy, the world is filled with beautiful wines that deserve for their ‘story’ to be told.
Okay…I have to get back to my little slice of heaven – with a gorgeous view from Domaine Chassagne-Montrachet.  Au revoir!