These Good Wine in Them Ther’ Eggs

Went to Paarl to check-out some guy’s eggs. Guy goes by the name of Arco. Laarman. Makes wine at Glen Carlou. One of the best Estate’s in the Paarl area. SA, too. Dig the Pinot Noir. Grand Classique Bordeaux blend. And, excuse me, the Chardonnay.
Which is lying in Arco’s eggs. Huge concrete things. Weigh almost a ton-and-a-half. Almost as big as Michael Fridjhon’s ego. Almost as thick as Tim James’s knowledge of South African farmworker conditions. Dense, like Michelangelo Competition organisers. Wosa communication skills.
Keeps the lees in suspension, says Arco when asked about the role of these big eggs. All symmetry, balance, G-spot intensity, perfection, God’s gift to the wine world these eggs are. And great for marketing.
Arco sucked some wine out of the eggs. Chardonnay. 2011. We tasted. It’s all Glen Carlou. Can smell and taste this stuff and recognise it after having my eyes gouged out by the talons of a bald eagle. Sweet, honeycomb nuttiness. Fresh hay. Hit of minerality.
Yum. The wine’s going into blends with wooded-wine. Later, alligator.
But then up to the tasting room, and some more Chardonnay. From a bottle this time. A flint, clear bottle. Unwooded. Glen Carlou’s first virginal unwooded Chardonnay. 2011. The wine’s only available at the winery. Selling fast, brother. Faster than the phone-calls from an advertising salesperson from a new wine magazine, soon to be off the presses.
Arco picks up the bottle. Christ, this guy has huge hands. Jam?+¦???+¦?+¦????n Iberico hands. Big as a bush-vine Pinotage vine undergoing GM experimentation.
Pours the wine. Gluggity-glug. The whiff hits me from a meter.
Purity of fruit, purity of intense fresh wine. The aroma only Chardonnay can give.
It’s got jasmine. It’s got rose-petal. It’s got dried mango. Fresh green apple.
I take a hit, a huge gobful. It lies comfortably and without offending anything in this thirsty dry mouth. Juicy, all juice. Like Kylie Minogue sweating during thermal yoga glasses. Crisp and exotic. Grilled hand-picked Macadamia nuts from the Big Island in Hawaii. Royal jelly stolen from the hives tended by Tibetan monks in the hills of?+¦-+???+¦-ú?-¦?+¦-+?-+..fuckit, there, where these dudes hang out. A refreshing mineral leanness, due to the quartz, shale content of the stone.
Wine’s got structure. Entry, mid-palate and finish. All in tune. In harmony. Like Clapton, Bruce, Baker. Badge. White room. (The band is Cream.)
Cowboy, pork-slinger - Peter Goffe-Wood
Love it. South African Chardonnay rocks.
Took a bottle with me. Drove to Kitchen Cowboys Canteen. Woodstock. Which is becoming hip. No dwisses. No more.
Found Peter Goffe-Wood in the Canteen. Personally. Cooking my lunch. Lunch I was going to have with the Boerboel. Boela Gerber. Cool area this Canteen is. Cool vibe. Kitchen. Eating joint. Cooking school. Lounge. Chef’s wife in tight jeans. Rock on. Check it out. More Le Creuset cookware than can be found in the house of a Higgovale Kugel. Orange colour. Traditional.
Boela and I ordered food. Braai day. Every Friday at Goffe-Wood’s joint. Had us some ribs to start-off.
Perfectly grilled. On bed of corn kernels. Spicy salsa. Fat dripping down chins. Did we kill that bottle of Glen Carlou Chardonnay.
Main course. Pork-belly sandwich. Thing is huge. Makes Arco’s hands look like grape pips. Slices of beautiful brown, saucy, crispy pork belly. On massive ciabatta.
Opened a bottle of Boela’s wine., Cape Wine Makers Guild. Semillon Sauvignon Blanc.
Me? Prefer Bordeaux whites to red. This blend?+¦-+???+¦-ú?-¦?+¦-+?-+..the real deal. The main enchilada. The last rite. 67% Semillon. Rest Sauvignon. Wooded. Big. But fresh. Oozing oyster shell. Dripping dry forest floor. Flowing fresh lime peel.
It cut the pork fat. Danced with the bread and golden thick cut French fries. We glugged the stuff. Ate. Discussed the post-Steiner philosophies of bio-dynamics. Quoted Walt Whitman’s Civil War poetry. Deftly sketched vineyard scenes on our greasy napkins.
It was another good day.

3 thoughts on “These Good Wine in Them Ther’ Eggs

  1. Strange comment re Fridjhon. Don’t you know he distributes the wines of Hess Collection is SA? And Hess owns Glen Carlou? That’s why GC gets such nice coverage in Business Day.

  2. Angie, spot on there, perhaps a disclaimer should have been put forward. The wines are in fact brought in by Glen Carlou and sold to MF, so its a lot more cosy than it first appears.

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