Last night I opened a bottle of 2005 Chateau Greysac. It’s called a Cru Bougeois Superieur, which is intended, I suppose, to convey a certain amount of ordinariness. However, I found it to be a lovely accompaniment to my meal, tasting like it had been vinified just last year, with a lightness and clarity that suggested fresh stone fruit. Today, it is different again. In this world of yellow tails, roosters, and horses, its nice to be with a wine that wants nothing more than to please, even in a bourgeois kind of way. Impermanence and imperfection, bottled.
