The origin of the phrase ‘lunchtime claret’ is obscure but it is redolent of London clubs, steak pie and the type of person whose afternoons could be spent snoring gently away in the arms of leather chair whilst the clock ticks time away in a cigar smoke haze. (Richard, how about that for a ‘flight of fancy?).
Chateau Dutruch Grand Poujeaux 2010 (WS £12) is from Moulis-en-Medoc, a wedge shaped district running inland from the south bank of the Gironde estuary. It’s 13.5% ABV, which means the post-prandial snooze may go on longer than expected. A blend of equal amounts of Merlot and Cabernet-Sauvignon, the balance being 6% Petit Verdot.
Dense black in colour there was still the purple rim traces of immaturity in the glass. The nose was fresh and quite fragrant – perfumed, even – with some traces of blackcurrant. On the palate, it had some sweetness and tannins but finished nicely dry. There were some light tannins and full flavour but it was somehow a bit hollow in the middle, but pleasantly smooth. This was a rather undemanding, inoffensive wine; and as nice as anyone who is cat-napping in an armchair in the mid-afternoon.
[Richard: I’ve already blogged on this wine – Geoff was tasting the same bottle on day two. I couldn’t find anything on the origins of the phrase but I seem to have known it all my wine drinking life. I suspect it was originally applied to wines of 12%, or even less, as claret used to be.]