I am one of those people who gives a bottle of wine to a friend when invited to dinner, or for any special event, or just to share a bottle. Most of my friends love wine, or at least drink it regularly, but few have more than a limited experience. So when I present a bottle, I make it a point to say something about it—what grape variety is used, where it comes from, who made it, something of its specialty. This is important because we want to know what we are drinking in the same way as we want to know what we are eating. Besides, having some knowledge of what you are drinking can hugely add to the pleasure and sometimes awaken taste sensations—at least psychologically—when that information is at hand. I had that experience at Thanksgiving last when I baked a turkey for ten and supplied the wine. When we opened the first bottle—very appropriately Turkey Flat from the Barossa Valley in Australia—I told my guests that it was a blend of 40% Syrah (Shiraz in Australia), 40% Grenache, and the rest Mourvèdre (Mataro in Australia); that the wine spent 18 months in new French oak; and then the topper—the Syrah used in the blend came from some of the original vines planted in 1847—that’s 162 years ago and still producing rich, hearty, very concentrated juice. That impressed everyone, including me, but the point was not to show off in front of my guests; it was to have people think about what is in the glass. From the information I provided, I saw my guests actually looking into the glass, taking the time to inhale the vapors, and sipping it in their mouths slowly, honoring, I think, something special that should be pondered before consumed.
It takes time and experience to know about wine and the wine world. You have to read a lot, taste a lot, talk to other wine lovers a lot, experiment with wines that are unfamiliar, which most of us don’t do. That’s why when I give a bottle to a friend—a good bottle because I want my friends to soak it in and have a luscious experience—the most revealing question I hear regularly is: when do I drink it? What is meant here is: should I hold on to it in my cellar or can I drink it tonight? To drink or not to drink. It is really a good question because most people think that wine has to be aged before it’s ready to drink. Years ago I asked the same question when I received a bottle from an Italian friend, a wine merchant whose wonderful first name is Michelangelo. He replied: when you want to. After a slight pause, he added: Of course, if you wait a few years, it just might get better. This is the real question: when do we age wine; for how long; and when do I know when it is drinkable at its peak.
When you go to the supermarket to buy a melon, you always hold it up to sniff it odors to see if it’s ripe. The same with any fruit: you want to eat it when it’s ripe because you know the fruit will taste its best. Grapes are fruit too, and since wine comes from grapes, this applies as well to the juice. One of the most important decisions winemakers can make is when to pick their grapes so that the ripeness is a maximum level. But it is important to note that most wines in the world—in fact a huge majority—is made to be drunk as soon as it is bottled. Like all fruit, there is a limit before the ripeness is lost. If the melon you bought is held onto too long, it becomes inedible because the natural sugar content begins to degrade into fermentation and it becomes mushy. Wines have the same cycle: they are ready to be drunk and then after a while—how much depends on a variety of factors—they become vinegary and acidic.
Some winemakers will make their wine purposely to be aged, usually reds. They will control the levels of fermentation and tannins so that the best of the wine tasting experience will take years to develop, but only if stored in a good cellar. Again, I emphasize that this is a very small percentage of the wines that are made in the world. Therefore in aging wines, or buying a wine that is years or decades old, a new dimension is brought to the them. The bursting fruit flavors of a youthful wine will mellow into a different harmonious ensemble. The color of a red will slowly turn from deep a tone to a soft brick and the taste buds will encounter different sensations, mellow flavors that only come with age. White wines, which are generally less structured and therefore not as age worthy as reds, can, however, mature beautifully if the winemaker has produced it for that purpose. The color too will change from a light limpid clarity to a honeyed golden hue, with an accented richness at its core.
I recently noticed a Spanish white made up of 90% Viura blended with 10% Malvasia from Bodega R. Lopez de Heredia in the Rioja region, one of the few Spanish firms that specialize in whites. The wine, labeled Vina Tondonia Reserva, is made not only from the grapes grown in their own vineyards—and thus the levels of maturity are controlled by them—but also stored in oak fabricated directly by them on the property. The latest release of the Reserva is 1991—that’s not a typographical error. The wine was aged for 6 years in oak and 10 years in bottle in a constant temperature of 14° C and 75% humidity before release. The Gran Reserva spent 9 years in oak and the rest in bottle; the current release is 1987. The results are very surprising: extremely rich, golden to the eye, and surprisingly dry to the taste buds.
When to taste? Know the wine before that question can be asked. Most of the really prime red Bordeaux can take a decade or more before they show their real stuff. Syrah too has a long life in general, but many can be drunk young as well. For Pinot Noir, my rule is this: if it is from Burgundy and a village wine—that is, coming from a blend within a specific village (Beaune, Santenay, etc) but not from a 1st Cru vineyard—it almost always wonderful between 5 and 8 years, but rarely afterwards. American Zinfandel is rarely made to age and should be drunk young, as is the case with Beaujolais, which rarely lasts more than a year or two. Riesling is wonderful the year of release, but it too has a long life. I had a German one from 1994 recently that was fresh, crisp, and still tasted youthful. As my friend Michelangelo said: Drink it when you want to. But know that some wines do age well; others do not.

Traveling through the south of France, one is always struck by the enormous fields of vines that dot the countryside everywhere you look. You often get the impression that there is nothing else growing here except grapes. And the impression is not misleading. The area of the Rhône valley—stretching roughly north to south from Valence to Avignon before branching out to the east and west—is the second largest wine-producing region in France. Almost 6,000 vignerons farm well over 200,000 acres of vineyards, producing roughly 37 million cases a year. To put that into perspective, that amounts to about 440 million bottles, or more than a bottle for every American alive—each year. But put statistics aside. To my mind, there is simply no other region in France that produces such great divesity of wines so consistantly good year after year.
Before 1975, when Franco was still alive, Spain was a considerable source of low-cost, low-quality, everyday wine. High yields and centuries-old traditions of high alcohol bulk wine governed the Spanish industry, especially in reds and innocuous rosés. They were barely drinkable, and most were best consumed as the main ingredient for making sangria. No more. In the last few decades, huge investments in agriculture and vineyard management have made Spanish wines much finer; yields from a vine have been reduced, adding stronger flavors; and above all the desire to produce world-class wines has revolutionized the industry as whole, resulting in some of the best wines in Europe. Because of lower labor costs, many Spanish wines remain affordable even by the case.
The other day I went into my local wine shop for a bottle of Spanish red I did not have in my cellar, a young, fruity Graciano from Rioja made by Ondarre. I had tasted it before and liked it well enough to want to have a bottle for tonight’s dinner. When I saw the wine on the shelf, I was struck by a new addition to the label: “Decanter Award Wine *****.” A wine awarded such a high rating would, of course, get the attention of anyone looking for a guaranteed good quaff that someone thought very highly of. At the price of less than $15, it was probably a safe bet for anyone looking for a fine, easily priced red.
Most of us might be surprised at how very precious German wines were at the turn of the century. Reading the 1909 catalogue of Berry Brothers and Rudd, prime London wine merchants since 1698, and still operating in the same building, it is hard to imagine quality that German Riesling was pricier than most first-growth Bordeaux and Champagne. Anyone who has tasted the delicate floral and mineral flavors of a top German Riesling will know why. But the superiority of the wine has lost some of its allure, in part because of plethora of cheap, ordinary wine for the export market, such as Liebfraumilch, which is unknown in Germany. But I suspect another the reason German wines are not more popular is the daunting wines labels, a real source of confusion for the amateur.
All wine drinkers know that red wine usually accompanies meat and white accompanies fish. But what about sparkling wine? In the form of Champagne, we associate it with luxury food, to be drunk on special occasions such as birthdays and, of course, New Year’s Eve. It is the toast of opulence and when it is very good, it can be an amazing experience. The drawback, of course, is the price of even modest Champagne, which places it out of consumption except on special occasions. But we should not think of sparkling wine only in terms of Champagne, which surprisingly is responsible for only about 8% of the sparkling wine in the world. If you, like me, enjoy a bubbly refreshment, there are alternative choices, all of which are but a fraction of the price of Champagne, making them attractive substitute. Here are some examples:
I found lately that I have become somewhat obsessed with reading labels. Before buying anything edible at the grocery store, I carefully read the label to find out the composition of what I intend to eat. The only label I can’t get myself to peruse the sausage one, because, frankly, I suspect I do not want to know what’s inside. If I knew what they put into it, I would surely stop buying it. So I conveniently forget to look. Works wonders.
One of the most common questions bout wine is what kind of storage is best after the bottle or bottles are bought from the store. Wine cellars, in fact, have a certain mystique to them: imagine an 18th century vaulted roof cellar, cool, cobwebbed, inviting by its atmosphere. Most of us cannot possess such wonders, but modest cellars are not uncommon, even in apartments. Here are some tips on what kind of conditions you should consider in storing your wine: