A canoe tripper’s ode to boxed wine

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At the end of a long day paddling and portaging the lakes and rivers of Algonquin Park, nothing satisfies like a good mug of boxed wine. I know what you’re thinking. Beer? Come on, it’s a canoe trip. Into the pristine, wild interior of Ontario’s greatest nature preserve.  If this isn’t a desideratum that calls for thinking outside the glass, what is?

Portage Sign

Flipping Down

Eric Asimov once reported that to a snob, wine housed in a multilayer, aseptic carton was “…the epitome of déclassé, the vinous equivalent of trailer trash.” Then he noted, “the idea of putting wine in a box, or more accurately, in a bag within a box, is brilliant.” The cartons have been criticized for allowing flavour-destroying oxygen to seep in, when in fact the wine can stay fresh for weeks once it has been opened. Perfect for a canoe trip. Hey, that redneck wine also aids in the removal of  “ladybug taint,” an industry-wide, chemical-bad taste caused by alkyd-methoxypyrazines. Yep, soaked up by the packaging and essentially removed from the wine.

Afternoon Paddle

This lament cries out for the golden era of boxed wine. Where not too long ago a proliferation of quality abounded, locally available brands are now prohibitively limited. Where are you Bandit Cabernet Sauvignon? Who took away my Black Box out of Paso Robles? Why did the Aussies run away; yes you, Hardy’s and Banrock Station.

I did manage to locate four decent cartons to taste on the trip. The consensus number one was the Ciao Sangiovese.

Boxed Wines

Three Thieves Bandit Pinot Grigio (622019, 1L, $12.95) is made by California’s Trinchero from regions “not specified.” Pallid complexion, almost achromatic, like cheap Soave. Cheesy, effluence of a Petawawa tributary, Joycian “corpse of milk” aroma but rescued by coquettish, juicy fruit, Courtney Jaye flavour. Makes for a decent aperitif chilled straight out of the food barrel. When it comes to box wine,  “the bottom of the barrel ain’t bad when you make it feel like home.” Eaten alive by the Phở Bò Tái Nạm and the Halibut.  82

Ciao Bianco Pinot Grigio Carton (669200, 1L, $11.95) out of Italy’s Veneto region is the forward-thinking work of Cantine Luigi Sgarzi. Lambent, ochroid and organic, green head-water lake hued. Intensely dry and spartan for the varietal. Snappish yellow plum anointed with tarragon to support corn pasta, black olives, peas and carrots. 84

Pasta with Ciao Sangiovese

Ciao Sangiovese Organic Carton (29090, 1L, $11.95) puts overripe fruit and maximum colour extraction to good use. Moderate heft, renascent Tuscan red fruit of a Chumbawamba, straw flask era. Sincere, sugarplum, anarcho-rocker Sangiovese for straightforward campsite consumption. A friend to red sauce and to Padano Parmesan.  Ciao Bella 86

French Rabbit Cabernet Sauvignon Carton (621680, $12.95) is contentious and inchoate of composition like oil poured over troubled water. That said, it’s an easy quaff. Fructifying enough to consume with nary an ill effect. Tiny molecules of mint, mineral and wild blueberry. The least interesting of the four but sneaks in under the wire for back country needs.  81

Moose Skull on Little Trout Lake

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My rehab wine? Brunello di Montalcino

May 4, 2012

http://blogs.canada.com/2012/05/04/my-rehab-wine-brunello-di-montalcino/

Thanks to Russ Martin, a new wine phrase graces the pages of canada.com. I’d like to think Amy Winehouse, alava shalom, has been serendipitously thanked for her contribution. Martin’s note, “…she likes to have a glass, or two, or three, as we’ve seen. This leads us to the week’s first WTF, a Who-The-F. As in, who the f better to make wine than Ronnie, sampler of chardonnay?

My desert island and rehab wine is the perfectly magical creature, the Sangiovese Grosso of Tuscany. To me, the effortless structure and ethereal liquidity of Brunello works for all food, including canoe trip wok pasta.

Waterclear Lake Wok Pasta

Siro Pacenti Brunello di Montalcino 2004 is phenomenal stuff. Already integrated and seamless. Sublime. Black as night verging towards red brick rosy nectar. Sweet, saline and savoury, smelling of macerated cherries salted and chocolate dipped. Haute vinturi. “Yes I been black, but when I come back You wont know, know.”  So good, so right.  95

Siro Pacenti Brunello di Montalcino

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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BC Syrah, Feist Heist and Juno Who Stole My Face?

April 2, 2012

http://blogs.canada.com/2012/04/02/bc-syrah-feist-heist-and-juno-who-stole-my-face/

 

City in Colour’s Dallas Green took home the Juno for Songwriter of the Year but Feist pulled off the show’s biggest heist, stealing away Artist of the Year from Green’s outfit. Congrats certainly goes out to The Sheepdogs but where is the love for Sloan, Ron Sexsmith or Blue Rodeo’s Jim Cuddy? Now I have discovered larceny of another kind. Someone has made use of my face. Here is a self-inflicted portrait of me at Opalescent Lake, Barron River, Algonquin Park. Now click on the YouTube Gillette Commercial and tell me my doppelgänger is not out there walking the earth. Can’t be an April Fool’s thing. Freeze it at the three-second mark for full effect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIDfkix-HGQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=3s

Last month my tasting note was less than flattering for the TOWNSHIP 7 SYRAH 2007 (263665, $24.95). “Gives off a stickum smell so much so VA comes to mind. Hard and brutish, the township ungroomed, full of moody character, barely penetrable. Hold a feather over the glass to see if it’s alive. Hard to assess.” 85

As a promise to proprietor Lori Pike-Raffan, I promised to taste again. I did in fact purchase a second bottle and am happy to report the first specimen as surely flawed. The flavour theft could have been a result of bad temperament, bottle shock, poor handling en route to Ontario or just bad luck. Here my note on the second try.

TOWNSHIP 7 SYRAH 2007 (263665, $24.95) limns in glass as a cool, penetrating Pic Island or Canto XVII colour. Peppery spice and unfettered eucalyptus separate the 7’s actions from California’s rangers, remaining unique unto itself.  BC tree fruit exuding from every sip save for a mutinous, shy, hollow and peripatetic middle moment.  More time should smooth and flesh that fruit.  89

 

 

 

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