South African Wine Finds

The Everyman’s Guide to South African Wine

Today’s Find: Pieter Cruythoff Chenin Blanc  2010

($8.99 – $9.99)

I’ve said it many times before, but I’ll say it again:  There’s no time like summer to enjoy SA’s “great whites.”   I’m not talking about the great denizens swimming off SA shores; I’m referring to the greatest SA whites of all – the kind that are shipped here to US shores and are no further than your local wine warehouse………or, in the case of the spot consumer, your local wine shop.

To be fair, it’s the rare day when I find a SA white I don’t like (Yes, that has happened before.  Every region’s got at least a few bargain bin bombs). But I consider it something of a spectacular event when I find a wine that not only tastes great, but it outright flatters my everyday wine drinking budget.  Now that’s something worth celebrating, and sharing with all you kindred summer white wineaux out there!

This summer, the undisputed league leader of my white wine selections is Pieter Cruythoff’s 2010 chenin blanc.   It’s nice and fruity, but easy on the palate, with just enough tang to balance its sweet hints.   It’s amazingly versatile – it will complement just about any summer menu fare, but it also goes down well straight up,  making it an ideal everyday drinking wine.  Reliably enjoyable, and amazingly affordable:  what’s not to love?   Whether you aspire to the after hours glass of wine now and then, every day, or you want a refreshing wine to entertain, this wine will fit the bill without busting your budget. Try a bottle out, and see if you don’t agree.  Then, next time, take a full case for even greater savings, and raise your glass to a true wine bargain!

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SA sauvignon blancs on the rise

Couldn’t have said it better myself.  Check out this piece from Vinography..……

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South African Wine Finds

The Everyman’s Guide to South African Wine

Today’s Find: The Wolftrap (Viognier/Chenin Blanc/Grenache Blanc) 2009

($8.99 – $11.00)

Spring is here, and summer’s coming.  It’s time to bring out the white wines again.  Not that I ever really put them away, but you get the picture.  There’s nothing like sipping a nice, cool, light glass of vino in the sunshine – especially when temperatures are soaring.

If your’e looking for a good, pleasant white wine that won’t break the bank, – even if you indulge in it as often as I do – the SA shelves are the place to start your search.  SA is quickly becoming for white wines what South America is for reds: the ultimate bargain bin for a motherlode of quality wines.  You have to work hard to find a dud in the lot.  You won’t have to dig to China to unearth some outstanding finds, though.

Ambling through the South African wine section of my local liquor locker last week, I happened upon one of those finds: The Wolftrap 2009 white blend. I generally wince at the thought of viognier in any form, (too sweet for this palate), but I was so intrigued by the combo (40%) with chenin (39%) and super-dry Grenache blanc (21%) in this wine that I was compelled to cast all caution to the wind and give it a go.  Not only was this blend damn good, but it was probably as unique a wine as I’ve ever experienced in the $10 and under range.

Wolftrap white (all Wolftrap labels are blends; the red is also a solid wine and great buy) has a strong, sweet smell, but once it passes the lips, it turns into a laid-back, easy-on-the-palate, little white wine. It has an unusual texture for a white–  ultra-smooth, it is creamy, almost to the point of feeling like a dessert wine.  It’s easy enough to drink straight up, but goes well with mild cheeses, and even better with chicken, fish and green salads. It’s almost as if this stuff were made for drinking out on the garden patio.  But any way and anywhere you serve it, it’s great refreshment, and the perfect summer drink.

Postscript:  Due to lots of emotion, commotion and ultimately, the unfortunate passing of  my dear Rhodesian Ridgeback, Margo last week, South African Wine Finds has been on a bit of an extended hiatus. But we’re back, and will be raising a glass tonight to the wonderful soul who sat beneath foot and under glass from the day I started writing Back to the Wild Life.  The dear girl made many an hour very happy, even before 5:00!  Here’s to her, and hoping that she’s already romping the big vineyards in the sky.

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The Year of the Big Cat

Right on the heels of NatGeo’s “The Last Lions,” comes Disney’s take on African wildlife conservation, “African Cats.” This stunning pic, narrated by Samuel Jackson, that captures the lives and travails of two rival families on the velde – cheetahs and lions.  The movie, which opens Earth Day (April 22) will also benefit wildlife conservation.  Disney will contribute a portion of movie ticket proceeds to “Save the Savannah” - an organization dedicated to preserving the Kenyan lands and ecosystem that support so many imperiled wildlife species.  For just a taste of the wild, raw footage captured in this film, check out this trailer.  Then reserve your ticket and help save the savanna – Disney will double donations for tickets booked through DisneyTicketstogether.

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Back to the Wild Life now available @ Barnes & Noble

This just in from the field…………………..”Back to the Wild Life” e-book now available on Book Nook at Barnes & Noble.

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It’s a Round World, Baby

Charlie, the roving ambassador of Buitenverwachting winery

Somehow, this Wild Life winery tour has come full circle.   My last few days in Africa, everything just pulled together in perfect synchronicity.

Taking my last run at the wine circuit Saturday, I ended up where I began this tour, at two of my favorite haunts in Constantia.  The first stop was Constantia Glen, where I tasted a sauvignon blanc with a light touch of semillon in it last week.  Any grape that’s under 15 percent of the wine blend doesn’t require mention on the label, so this one’s still considered a full-up sauvignon blanc, but it definitely has a unique taste. The nice, grassy, mineral taste that South African (SA) sauv blancs are famous really came through, but the small portion of  grapes aged in oak and a small tad (13 percent in 2010) of semillon toned the acidity down a notch, and rounded out this wine perfectly. As a sauv blanc fanatic, and one who prefers drier white wines, I fell hard for the stuff. Although I hadn’t seen this blend before that initial taste, I came across it a few more times on this tour, notably in the other region known for its sauv blancs, Walker Bay.  Given what I saw on this tour, I expect we’ll be seeing more of this blend from South Africa in the future.  Constantia Glen ‘s version is already available in the states;  Creation Winery is putting its own stamp on the blend with its first batch this year, and with any luck, will have that wine in the US after its first vintage is complete, and many others will follow.

As so often happens here in the winelands, you go to a winery for one thing, and you leave with it and another pleasant find altogether. Aside from the sauv blanc that wowed me, and some nice red blends, I found the wine-tasting experience at Constantia Glen one of the more enjoyable things about the place.  It’s far from the industrial-style operation with busloads of tourists, customers on one side of the bar and hosts pouring wine on the other.  At this young, boutique winery, you pick your spot, either among the comfy sofas and chairs inside, on the small porch outside, or atop your blanket on the grass, and take in the stunning, mountainous, valley views as the hosts make their way around to serve and engage everyone.  If there was any downside to the place, it was that I got so comfy there, I found it hard to leave.  What finally moved me was the sound of some other sauv blancs calling my name.

That’s how I found my way to the final destination on this “winery wonders” tour, Buitenverwachting.  Already a devout fan of their standard sauv blanc, I was drawn back here to check out two of their select lines that aren’t available in the states –Constantia and Hussey’s Vlei. My planets must have been in perfect alignment when I arrived, because not only did I taste those great wines, but I finally came face to face with the elusive Charlie, the Ridgeback/Boerboel cross of Wild Life Winery Tour I fame. For my money, this guy is about as close to the perfect-looking specimen of a dog as I’ve ever laid eyes upon.  He’s a huge, muscular brute with short, glistening red fur, a ridge on his back, a long rope tail, brilliant amber eyes, and a head the size of a mastodon.  Two years ago, he was a bit dodgy around strangers – it was all I could do to snap his picture. But on this afternoon, he was splayed out on the bricks outside the tasting room, soaking up the sun.  So I had yet another afternoon of unexpected pleasures – great wines, Charlie in his full, social glory, beautiful, sunny weather, and lots of pix and pets.  I thought things couldn’t get any better.  But I was wrong.

I came home to an e-mail from one of of my favorite female jazz singers, Bev Scott Brown, telling me that she was going to be playing the next morning at a Sunday champagne jazz brunch in Cape Town  My original plan was to start dialing back the metronome speed a few notches in anticipation of my upcoming flight home, but I decided to  do without the bubbly and go for it. I talked my way into the sold out event, and met up with the star of the show before she went on. Minutes into the performance,  I opened  my menu and saw that the restaurant was offering up an older Creation semillon wine, something I recently learned won’t be available again as a non-blend varietal for awhile.  It was only available by the bottle, but I just couldn’t resist.  The karma was just too good.  And then, synchronicity struck yet again.  Before I knew it, Bev’s group was introducing some Jazzfest artists who were still in town, and they were all up on the stage jamming together.  The place was swingin’, and I was hanging from the moon.  After the show, and a full bottle of wine, I decided I to do the oceanfront walk of the city I’d originally planned for the day. And I even woke up the next day to the sounds of the African hadida (“hah-dee-dah”, the ibises nicknamed for the sounds they make) birds..  And that’s how my Cape Town tour ended – with jazz, wine, long waterfront walks, and the hadidas spinning their tunes – right back where it all started.

I hadn’t said all my goodbyes, much less thank you’s to all the wonderful friends and acquaintances who made this trip so special before I was headed for that big, old jet plane home.  So, to those who made my return visits to old haunts seem fresh and exciting, to those who ensured that my visits into uncharted territories were full of adventure and rewarding, and to those who kept the spirit of South Africa alive for me after my sixth visit – you know who you are – Thank You. Baie Dankie. Ngiyabonga. Enkosi kakhulu.  And all that jazz! Until next time……………………..

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Upsides Down

California has its “Sideways.”  Here in South Africa , they’ve got their “Upsides Down.”  It’s very much a “bottoms up” mentality here in the winelands.  Wining here is not just an artsy pastime, it’s a spirited celebration of some of the best the country has to offer, and always an adventure.

 I’ve had my “bottoms up” butt planted here in Stellenbosch, the heart of wine country, the past few days, making a full-time career of wining.  Although there are more wineries concentrated here than anywhere else in the country, I’ve only used the town as my base camp. I’ve been venturing out to other wine regions, checking out some new routes and going back to some familiar haunts. With so many places in my sights on any given day, I’ve had to start the game early, and go straight through the end every day to hit all my targets.

 So it was yesterday that I was up and out at 9:00, there for the opening bell at Beyerskloof winery here in town.  I was there to check out the five star Diesel pinotage,, but I started the tasting with a new twist on sparkling: pinotage rosé brut.  When I commented on its unique charm to the tasting hostess, she looked me dead in the face, cupped the bottle in her hand like a prized piece of art, and said “it’s absolutely brilliant with breakfast.”  Waiting for the punch line that never came, I finally asked, “You serious?” She was as serious as an undertaker, and looked at me as if I was the crazy one for thinking she was kidding. Once again, I was reminded why I love this wine country like no other. As long as you are drinking responsibly, (or more to the point, driving responsibly), anything goes.

 Back in “winelands central” this week, I’ve been zeroing in on pinotages and chenin blancs – South Africa’s two specialties. The problem is that I’ve had so many outstanding wines – and just as many great everyday offerings – that it’s been a real contest to figure out which ones are best.  Selecting winners from a lineup like this would be like asking a guy to pick a date from a room full of SI swimsuit supermodels.  He could easily pick a flavor of the moment, but eventually, he’d want them all.   

 I was starting to feel the same way about the wineries with the wealth of spoils here, until I came upon some places that jumped out of the pack – and not just for their wines.  Vergenoegd winery in Stellenbosch was the first on that hit parade list.  I recalled having an outstanding red blend from this estate during the first Wild Life winery tour, so I was really expecting great things when I headed there – but I got even more than I bargained for.  The first thing I noticed as I turned in the driveway was a massive pond filled with exotic ducks, and the sounds of what seemed like thousands of screeching birds.   I might have underestimated the number of birds, but at least I was on the right track – the place is a bird sanctuary.  It’s also home to 500 “working” ducks, a well-organized pack of slug eaters.  Watching them head back en masse from the wine fields at the end of the day was a sight to behold.  The good news is that the wines were just as memorable; the bad news is that they’re not available in the states yet – unless you count the bottle I’m bringing back with me.   

 Painted Wolf Wines, based in Paarl, was another one of the unexpected finds on this tour.  It’s a mere pup - the winery was founded in 2007 – but it’s already producing some great chenins, pinotage and pinotage blends.  What made this place such a standout was its mission:  owner, winemaker, chef and wildlife conservationist Jeremy Borg and his wife Emma built an amazing team of grape growers, business people and conservationists not just to produce great, handcrafted wines, but to support the African wild dog.  Thus the name Painted Wolf – and the art on all of the bottles. 

 Talking with Jeremy, it was clear that he’s just as passionate about wildlife conservation – arguably moreso – as he is about making wines, and he’s got the business model to prove it.  The winery donates a portion of funds from every bottle sold to the Endangered Wildlife Trust (South Africa) and to the Tusk Trust, one of the top African wildlife charities, based in London. It’s obvious that it’s much more for Jeremy and Emma than putting their money where their mouths are; their passion for the wild dogs and wildlife conservation drives everything they do – in fact, it was their inspiration for starting the winery. Right now, they’re producing nice, surprisingly pleasant yet affordable wines (“The Den” chenin blanc and pinotage, and single vineyard Guillermo pinotage are available in the states – you’ll know them right away by the labels).  But they’re not stopping there – they’re moving towards production of an auction quality wine in the next few years.  So enjoy a bottle of Painted Wolf now, but keep an eye out for its wines in the future. With the drive this team has for wildlife conservation, and the business helping them achieve their goals of supporting it, there can only be greater things to come from this winery. 

 Considering all the stops I’ve made this week, you’d think I’d have been content to limit my wine buying to the wineries. Nada.  I had set out to try all of the top Platters’ five star wine picks that are still available here in South Africa on this trip, but time has not been on my side. I’ve been reduced to scouting out the local markets in search of the holy grails. Just about every supermarket has a nice wine collection –   and then there’s Woolworth’s, or as the locals would say, “Woolies.” For those who remember Woolworth’s in the states, I’m sure that name conjures up images of Granny’s elephant-sized underdrawers, and size GG brassieres. Not here, my friends.  Picture skinny jeans and spiky heels (worn by males or females) pushing petite grocery carts full of fresh vegetables and gourmet food, and you’ll have an idea of Woolies, South African-style. These high-end retail stores have chi-chi food markets in them, and in many places, they are simply free-standing food emporiums. Not only do they have nice selections of local wines and “hot shot” picks from around the country, they also have some very fine estate wines hiding behind their own label.  It’s a testament to Woolies and their high sensibilities that I’ve come damn close to reaching the finish line on drinking all Platters’ “Big Fives.”

 Somehow, on top of all the wine I’ve downed, (and for the record, most of the real tasting has happened at home after the car keys hit the table), I’ve managed to find room for food.  As many times as I’ve been here and experienced Cape winelands cuisine, I’ve still been amazed by the offerings.  Memorable as the wining ihas been here, the dining’s been  even moreso. It’s been one gourmet feat after another.  Every time I think I’ve had the standout meal of the trip, and maybe of my life, I’ve found myself having another just as impressive the next day.  And at the current exchange rate, I’ve paid less for these delights than I would have for a night out at Applebee’s. That’s not to say I haven’t found some favorites, but since there are almost too many good choices to be true, I’d tell anyone visiting here for the first time, don’t be afraid to wing it at the winery restaurants.  It’s hard to go wrong. I’ll just leave my Capelands wining experience at this: the only thing that made one meal far better than the last was the company of friends and fellow winos.  That – and thanks again, Richard and Lynn, for introducing me to Bodega, and to Desrae, Andy, the hounds of Buitenverwachting and Jeremy Borg of Painted Wolf wines for spectacular afternoons!

 This tour’s been a blast, but it’s taken its toll on me, too. If my body ever was a temple, it has become a total whorehouse this week. I hope my Firm exercise chicks will allow beachballs in their classes, that the treadmill I’ve been eyeing is supersized, and that all my great South African wine finds will be waiting for me when I get back home.  Big butt and thunder thighs be damned. The Wild Life winery tour III* will soldier on, down to the last drop.

 * Sit tight, US-based South African wineaux – Point 4 version Winery tour will commence next week, in  a location near you.  Until  then……….Bottoms Up!

Up next:  Constantia Redux, and all that jazz

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Three Days of Wine and Roses

Haute Cabriere View - Franschoek

Power-touring my way down the coast to what I call the whale wine route (they’re everywhere in the summer and fall), I made the obligatory stop at Hermanus Wine Village to see Taya, the canine Ambassador of the Walker Bay wineries.  It was there I learned that the wineries here were open on Sundays, unlike most places in the country. That unexpected news sent my plans for a day of wine fasting into a tailspin.  Indulging in my first tasting at the Village, I caught this pithy little quote scrawled on a chalk board:  “Wine is fat-free and contains no cholesterol.”  That was my license to kill.  It was a steady diminuendo in sobriety from there. 

 I headed straight for La Vierge winery and champagne veranda hoping for a bite.  “Bite” turned into gourmet meal, two glasses of champagne, another glass of  “must try” wine, then a different one, a brainstorming session with some of my new, best La Vierge kitchen and staff friends, and by God, one smashed sista.  I was one sorry ass with a limp walk and a crooked, purple-toothed smile. If they were giving out medals for drunken fools, I would’ve taken the gold that day.  After a good, long power nap, and drinking enough water to empty a lake, I headed home fairly sober, and fell like a cartoon character out of a tall building on to the sidewalk that was my pillow. 

I woke up to the sound of tinkling glasses Monday morning, and took it as a sign from above that my mission was incomplete.  It was either that, or I was really doing a damn good job of  rationalizing, and was just looking for cover to go chase the hair of the dog.  No matter. My conscience was clear, and I was up, out and ready for more by noon. 

Committed to stopping and smelling the roses at least one day, I made a point to maintain a slow pace and small, sipping quantities.  I also had a mission in mind:  to stop in and say “hello” to some old acquaintances from the original Wild Life winery tour.  And I was pretty successful at accomplishing both, until I caught up with Carolyn at Creation Wines.  She was giving me the goods on all the new things that were happening at her winery, not the least of which was the addition of food pairings with the tastings.  You know where that revelation led. All was fine until we started going off the tasting menu, and into the barrels.  But perserverance saved the day.  I mighta come close to a silly smirk, but I’m proud to say, and for your sanity, you probably need to hear at least once this week, that I left for home with my sobriety and lots of sealed wine bottles.

Heading for home down the unpaved Hemel-en-Aarde Road, I had my wipers at full tilt, trying to clear away the red clay film on my windshield.  There are lots of these rocky, dusty, dirt roads around wine country, generally off the main roads and leading up to the estates, and they can heap some serious abuse on the roadster, and make for a rough ride. Despite the many times I’ve bitched about them, I decided then that I really love them. After all, they’ve been my roads to the promised lands.  Truth is, I’ve been working these babies like flippin’ Pavlov’s dog, practically doing donuts and re-enacting chase scenes, working  towards the irresistible rewards at the end.  I haven’t started drooling at the sight of them yet, but who knows? 

Relishing my blowout of a ride home, I hatched my plans to take a new route back to Stellenbosch – on the back roads, off the highway – the next morning.  If that idea sounded sane when I was stone, cold sober, all I can say is thank God I kept the liquor locker closed that night! 

Most of the ride back was a breeze, and a nice diversion from my old, worn paths.  Although not as pretty as the coastal ride up, it was scenic in its own way.  I was driving right through the valley, cutting through the rugged mountains on either side of me.  It was a flat, straight shot most of the way, but suddenly things took a turn – literally. Not only did I start climbing rapidly, but the roads started to curve like curly ribbon, and it seemed like the sideguards on the mountain roads disappeared (truth is, there were never any to start, but who noticed before it mattered?).  That’s when things started coming a little unglued – or at least I did. 

Driving along a steep road, and trying to ignore the abyss below me, I was slowed down by a truck huffing and puffing its way up the incline.  And it was that fate that saved my butt from what came next.  Inching along behind the truck, I suddenly spotted a massive troop of baboons manning the road, and the biggest daddio of them all was playing traffic cop. He was just waiting for some dumbass tourist to come blowing through with their top down, so he could rip them off.  And he almost got his wish with me, because my windows were wide open.  That wasn’t bad enough: I had an eighteen wheeler coming straight at me from the other direction.  I was shitting icicles, to put it mildly. Somehow I managed to stop shaking long enough to get my windows up within seconds of passing that big, old brute. If it wasn’t for that slow truck in front of me, I’d have been baboon catnip yesterday. 

I’ll say one thing about the incident, and that is that it eliminated any fears I had of  driving fast on those mountainous roads.  I blew down the pass like a bat out of hell.  And just to prove there really is a God, I ended up in Franschoek, the food and wine capital of South Africa. Coming around the bend at the bottom of the road, I watched two paragliders floating down through the mountains, then I took a sharp turn into the champagne house at the foot of the hill, Haute Cabriere.  Talk about soft landings! Then, like something out of a cowboy movie, I sauntered into the bar and ordered up a flight.  “Actually, make it a double,” I insisted.  And so it was that I finally got my roses.  I headed back out front with my flutes, and took in the mountain views surrounded by blooming rose bushes, and chatted away the rest of the sunny afternoon with two Scottish women on holiday. 

 All in a day’s work.  Yes, IRS officials, yes, this is real work!

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Constan-see-ahhhhh!

Constantia Glen view

History, Schmistory. Constantia has quite the decorated past -it’s the home of South Africa’s first winery, one of Cape Town’s first suburbs, and the place that produced Napoleon’s favorite nightcap.  From what I could see last weeked, it looked like it might well have been the birthplace of baboon warning signs, too.  They were everywhere. But I digress. Intrigued as I was by the wine route’s lineage, I was inspired to come back to Constantia not because of its’ past, but because of its current claim to fame – which is having one of the finer sauvignon blanc collections in the country.   

Despite my quest for the wines, it was hard to ignore the views along the way.  Constantia is an amazingly beautiful area, surrounded on one side by rugged mountains and on the other – a bit further out – by the sea.  You might not come here expecting comedic entertainment, but if you’ve got half of a sense of humor, you’ll find it.  Picture those baboon warning signs I mentioned interspersed with equestrian crossing signs, and you’ll start to get the gist of things. The notion of the jodphurs and chaps set fighting off the mad-faced monkeys practically busts my seams. Alas, the locals seem to take their pests in stride - as they do pretty much everything else here in wine country. 

Nonchalance or not, there’s an air about this place. Let me be a little understated here, and say it’s very “well appointed.”  I almost expected a sign at the town limits saying  “You Are leaving MONEY.” Big, OLD, money. I’m not sayin’ that money can buy everything, but after visiting this town, I was pretty damn convinced that it could (and obviously did) buy lots of the finer things in life.  

Clearly, in Constantia some of those finer things include gorgeous, hilly estates with just the right soils, climes and conditions for the sauv blancs.  Although the region is best recognized for its sauvs, it’s also producing lots of other spectacular reds and whites, and hauling in decent ratings in the process. Case in point:  the region earned 5 of the few, five-star ratings handed out this year by South Africa’s most recognized wine authority, Platters - and only one of those wines was a sauvignon blanc.

My first quest on this tour was to deal with some unfinished business from the original Wild Life winery tour.  I was after the much-vaunted and almost-impossible-to-find Ambeloui cap classique, (Mèthode cap classique, or “MCC,” is the South African term for what we would call sparkling wine in the states).  I spent the better part of the summer of ’09 trying to find this stuff all the pros were raving about, without success.  Eventually, I learned that this small, family-run winery produces only ten thousand bottles a year, and sells to retailers and individuals only one day a year - the first Saturday in November – with everyone limited to 72 bottles each. So this stuff is difficult to get, and once it’s available, it goes quick. Determined to see what all the hullaballoo was about, I contacted the owner, Nick Christodoulou, before I left the states to arrange a tasting. 

Unfortunately, all the MCC that was in bottles was still maturing, so I wasn’t able to taste the final product. But I did an inaugural sparkling ”barrel” tasting.  Not surprisingly, the young wine was quite milky at this stage. Because it still contained lees – the sediment from yeast, grape seeds, and pulp which, in the early stage of fermentation, actually contributes to the flavor and body – I got a great whiff of the greatness to come.  And wine snobs, shut your eyes here………I downright enjoyed the taste of stuff, even in its infancy. 

Usually, I’d pass on a wine tour – I’ve done plenty of them in my time.  But in this case, I’m glad I did it.   It was clear from the start that the winery’s reputation for producing a “handcrafted” sparkling is well-earned.  I watched Nick’s son degorging the lees from each bottle using a pressure system – most wine producers employ a more industrial approach to this process by “freezing” it out of the bottles.  Both of them were all over the details of the stuff in process – I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the planned part of the tour. I left with little doubt that Nick means what he says when he calls this operation a “labor of love,” and even more certainty that I’d be planning one of my next SA visits around a first weekend in November.  

Next I was off to some other wineries I’d never visited on the Constantia route – Constantia Glen and Eagle’s Nest.   I got in more great views, and had a fan-fekkin-tastic sauvigon blanc/semillon blend at the former, and some more great nips at the latter.  Unfortunately, Eagle’s Nest’s Shiraz, one of Platter’s 2011 five -star selections, was sold out – par for the course with the year’s top wine picks.  Defying all logic, I tasted their viognier, and damn if I didn’t walk away with a bottle.  

My last stop on the Constantia circuit was at Buitenverwachting.  As ”Wild Life” readers know, that name is  Afrikaans for ”Beyond Expectations.”  After this 2011 visit, I’m happy to report that the name still fits.  Their sauv blanc was one of the stars of my ’09 tour, and best of all, it’s widely avaitable in the states (for all you ”Wild Life” trivia fans, this is one of the wines that was served at my first book signing).  There’s also lots of stuff that doesn’t make it to the states that made the visit even more worthwhile – add Hussey’s Vlei sauv blanc to the top of your tasting list when you get here. 

 What more needs to be said of the winery that became the name of a chapter in my book?  The only thing I haven’t slobbered over at this winery is the restaurant, and now that I’ve had the chance to try it out, I’ll do just that.  Like so many places in wine country, they serve food that’s not only fantastic, but it’s “pretty,” too.  Speaking of slobbering, the nest of hounds that roams this estate – which I still think is one of the more beautiful ones on the Constantia route – is still in residence.  I’d have said that a romp with the Ridgebacks would have been the perfect way to end a perfect day, but that was before I joined up with a couple from Joburg for my last tasting.   We enjoyed a spectacular meal together, raised a few glasses to the dogs, then we all headed back for an entertaining evening at Jazzfest. 

Reading my wine meter after this long day, I realized that I may just have created some history of my own today.  But who was recording, anyway?  

Next up – The whale wine route, Hermanus

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Gettin’ (Up, and) DOWN in Cape Town

Koz and Winans on fire - Cape Town Jazzfest '11

I knew I was back in Africa when I woke up to a brilliant, searing sun pouring into my room, distinct, nasal-sounding bird calls, and a dead-on view of Table Mountain.   Even as I was wiping the heavy sleet off my tired eyes, and frantically blinking, trying to adjust my vision to the blinding light, I wondered: What more could anyone ask for?  In my case, the answer would have been a lot more sleep. 

After a grueling, fifteen hour flight and only a few hours’ rest, it would have done me good to stay in bed awhile and soak up this whole sensory experience.  But somehow, that shoe just didn’t seem to fit my first morning back in Cape Town.  I was up and outta my room in no time, giddy to take in the sights, sounds and smells of the Mother City.  

Two blocks into my power trip, I got pasted by the frothy spit of a gigantic, crashing wave on the oceanfront walk. The salty sauna must have done me some good, though, because by the time I reached the Victoria and Alfred (V&A) waterfront, I was recharged, and ready for whatever the City was ready to dish out.   Fortunately, that was nothing more than my own little ”best ofs” city tour, some warm welcomes back, and a smokin’ evening at ”Africa’s Grandest Gathering,” Cape Town Jazzfest.  

Earth, Wind & Fire (E,W&F) was the headliner act that night, and they didn’t disappoint. But the ultimate in kickass performances came from American saxophonist Dave Koz.  I thought he had the crowd at max pitch when he launched into a jazzy, yet haunting version of South Africa’s national anthem.  Whether it was his rendition, the spontaneous reaction of 34,000 proud South Africans, or both, I’m not sure – but that act sent shivers right down this American’s spine.  Little did I know that Koz was just getting started with that number – his gut-wrenching duo with Bebe Winans on his hit song “The Dance” almost brought the rafters down.   I’d put that one in the category of “most inspirational moments” in my long, concert-going career.  Spectacular. 

EW&F had a tough act to follow, but fortunately, they were more than up to the task. These guys were pure energy – on steroids. Every one of them – except for the drummer – was kicking, spinning, or jumping up and down for two solid hours.  It kinda scared me, to tell you the truth.  Call me a green-eyed mummy, but I thought that kind of performance from a group of guys older than me was all but impossible.  However they accomplished it, though, they sounded great - just like they did in their heyday.  You’d have never guessed this was a band just back out on the road for its 40th anniversary tour.  I’d forgotten how many hits these six-time Grammy winners had, and the number of musical instruments they brought to their act.  They’ve had some replacements over the years, but the core group is still running the show.  I’m happy and amazed to report that their brass section sounds as clean and crisp as ever, and that their lead singer can still break a glass with his high C notes.  If I had any doubts about the latter’s abilities going in – and believe me, I did – his rendition of “Reasons” and “Fanstasy” erased them for good.  Those performances were the true Memorex moments of the evening.

Every time I thought the “groove tonight”-sters had pulled their ultimate hit rabbit out of the hat, and that the show was going to end, there was another smash hit performance.   The crowd was demanding more, but they were practically falling on the floor as the band gave in to their demands.  Best I could tell, not a damn one of us, youngsters included, could keep up with those energizer bunnies.  It was such a great performance, but in my mind, it almost became a test of wills – your adrenaline or mine.  Who’s gonna win? As for me, they won, hands down.  My sorry ass and crippled feet grabbed a cab home, my head hit the pillow, and I was down for the count again, dreaming of the next day’s quest for the great, unconquered wineries of Constantia.  More on the great victories there ahead…………………………………

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