Meeting with American wine loversjeudi, 5 mars 2009

Samantha and Trevor Sheehan report on the forum of Robert Parker about wines which sometimes are of a great rarity. I have always been very surprised that so young persons talk with such a maturity about wines which are the dreams of many wine lovers.

When I learned that Samantha and Trevor would visit France, the idea that we meet was formed after exchanging some messages. Trevor makes wine in California and Samantha sells wines in Dallas.

We should meet in the bar of Hotel de Crillon, a place which is nice and also very easy to reach as it is on Place de la Concorde.

I was waiting in the bar, looking at the entrance, and when I saw a very nice young woman, I knew immediately that she should be Samantha. Young and dynamic she comes to shake hand with a very lovely smile.

She has an accent and it is not so easy to understand her as she talks very rapidly. She explains something which I find very confused about her brother who has missed his plane, so she is alone to meet me.

Instantly, I become afraid. Should I be anxious for my virtue and my innocence if I sit there alone with a nice young woman who has certainly invented this story to be alone with me? I tried to behave (1)

The waiter of the bar puts on the table an ice bucket and shows the wine to Samantha. It is a Dom Pérignon 1966. Samantha asks me : “do they keep such a wine in their bar?”. And I must confess that I had brought this bottle with me. The colour of the wine is nearly orange pink. The taste is delicious and I am happy that Samantha likes such a particular taste, so far from the one of a young champagne. When she tells me that she prefers largely old champagnes, I am happy.

We talked and talked, finding so many wines that both of us we have tasted and so many people that we have met. I am impressed by the knowledge of such a young wine lover.

We talked and talked. We have examined how to create possibilities to drink very rare wines together.

What happened next? Morality commands that I don’t talk any more (1).


(1) every allusion is purely invented.

I was happy to meet a very charming person. Do I regret that Trevor was not with us? May I confess that the answer is “no”.