01.07.2010 - 03.07.2010 31 °C
So I arrived three days ago in Paris after a terrible but seemingly fast flight. I was quite sad to leave the people I love for so long, and part of me wanted to reach back, but life is short and this is something I need to do. Liberating. Scary. Raw and hopefully, amazing fun and blissful. I sat next to this old guy of a thousand smells, mainly moldy rind and rancid BO, made even more awkward by the fact that I tried to move three times, each time coming back backpack in hand.
Paris was awesome as I passed out under the tower to relax after a long flight. Yet I was not so warmly greeted as it took me 4 hours to get from the airport to my hostel because there was an accident on the train line, so we had to take a bus across the suburbs of Paris. I had a wonderful baguette with a lot of weak sauce. Still, Paris was great as I returned to the Eiffel Tour to watch the Spain Portugal game on like a 60 foot screen with the tour in the back drop. Pretty awesome. So are the ladies; I could spend all day in the metro wompeople watching. I’m convinced tbat the Parisians(at least the women) spend like 3 hours getting ready in the morning. I approve.
The first night was quiet as Junichi, one of my peers at UCD and I rad to go back to CDG to meet with the rest of the crew early in the AM. We did just that, but were surprised to find no one there just 5 minutes before our meeting time. Spirits were high as we set off in le blu vaux de Ford.
Our meetings with the Champagne producers haave been quite variable, but none was better the Dalomotte and Salon. It is by far the best Champagne I have ever had. The character in the wines were just amazing and it had such complexity. Personally the base character reminded me of my Aunt cooking her eggplant parmesan. Yet they had both horizontal and vertical complexity. The caramel and butterscotch notes were amazing on the front end and the ending dusty/”chalk” notes provided a clean finish without being harsh. But the acid, man is that important in creating the right balance livelihood in the wine. The wine and the experience were quite nice and something I won’t forget any time soon…..
Tomorrow, Stutgart. Pictures coming soon.