Old wine drinkers are not afraid of anything, especially not of old wines. Here I have an "old" Giscours in my glass, from - to put it mildly - a rather weak vintage, a winery that makes good, but not top wines, and purchased years ago at an auction, where I don't know how and where the wine was stored. Only the fill level, top shoulder, gives hope.
It is an old wine, sure - fruit drinkers can only spit at it, I try to drink. The first impression: a bit biting, a bit flat in content, even a hint of fish flavour. Many will say it's awful, and at first it's on the tip of my tongue. Do I have to do this to myself? But as soon as the wine has been in the air for a few minutes, aromas develop that are not just interesting, but can be enjoyed. The pungent acidity recedes into the background and gives way to caraway notes, rose hips and I don't know how many kitchen herbs. They combine to form a small, admittedly quiet, symphony that resounds in the background, as it were, throughout the evening.