A week crawling through Chablis is blissful beyond imagination. Though 2016 has been and will always be the most challenging and complicated in recorded recent history, Chablis will survive and its ethos will persist. I will be penning a chilliad of Chablis thoughts, memories and tasting notes in the coming months, but for now there is Raveneau.
The peerless Kermit Lynch has referred to Domaine François Raveneau as “the most sublime and the most celebrated estate of Chablis.” Production is minuscule, quality at the apex of the Chablis psyche and availability rare as endangered species.
Dinner at Auxerre’s Restaurant Le Folie was accompanied by a Raveneau rarity, the Grand Cru Blanchot 2009. On this I wrote my note.
Domaine François Raveneau Chablis Grand Cru Blanchot 2009, Burgundy, France
It would be misleading to address Raveneau’s Blanchot as chardonnay even as we know it as such because Raveneau produces wines as unique as door keys. They are so inimitable and each will only open the gate to its own unique perception. Blanchot is the southernmost of the seven Chablis Grand Cru climats and blankets the southeastern side of Les Clos. The Raveneau narration does not convey the notion of manifest feeling but instead splits the axiomatic atom of the climat. A sip and you are inside the Blanchot, gliding and passing through rock as if you are the ethereal and the wine is the solid foundation of thought, pathos and avowal. There are aromas that combine citrus and umami with a sweetness that can’t be denied or defined. The wine is just a child, complex, shy and yet unable to express both its meaning and power. But you try to get inside its head, stumbling over kimmeridgian rock replete with the smithereen-crushed shells of ancient fossils. This is a calm young Blanchot and you melt away while under its spell. Three more years should render its hidden meaning. Drink 2019-2034. Tasted July 2016.
Good to go!