I have a new favorite grape, or at least I thought I did. Turns out to be an old favorite.
It's mourvedre, and I first fell in love with it unwittingly (which is how I do all too many things) with one of those "Aha!" wine moments.
The 1989 Chateau Beaucastel Chateauneuf-du-Pape was an absolute knockout — it is still coveted by collectors — and helped me realize how fantastic wine could be. Earthy but elegant, rich but refined, intense but polished; it was everything I wanted in a wine.
And the primary grape in this red blend was … mourvedre.
A few years later, I was knocked out by a lusty Spanish red with an unwieldy name: Bodega Olivares Altos de la Hoya Monastrell Jumilla. It remains, year in and year out, one of the best $13 bottles of wine on the planet.
And it turns out that monastrell is Spanish for … mourvedre.
Somewhere along the way, a fellow grape nut turned me on to a superb, earthy French red with "Domaine Tempier Bandol" on the label.
And it turns out the red wines from Bandol are … well, you get the picture.