Monday Jun 24

Rothschild-66-thumb This month brings with it an interesting situation for me. For the first time since starting this review, I did not have a wine on hand to write about. This is not to say I don’t have any wine in my possession; quite the contrary. The cellar is stocked with beauties that are resting comfortably until they are the perfect age. As I didn’t have a reasonably priced wine to offer up this month, I decided to punch things up a notch and go old school; keyword being old.

With flashlight in hand, I ventured down into the darkened corners of the wine cellar, making my way through the dust gathered cobwebs. Here, I feel right at home, amongst the sweet smell of wood crates, branded with markings from all over the world, that have been burned into their sides, while Haut Brion, Petrus and Gaja stare back at me. Some of the older bottles have peaked and as a result, leaked a bit and so the smell of wine that has settled on the shelves from those bottles that have leaked through the years, perfume my nose.

Wines that have peaked; meaning they are too old to drink as the texture and flavor is long gone still live in my cellar. They make wonderful gifts for someone’s birthday or anniversary year. How would you like to own a Chateau La Tour from the year of your birth? Depending on the year the wine may still be palatable. This depends on the quality of the grape, the way it has been stored for all those years and if the cork did not shrink too much for air to get in the bottle and turn it.

Deep within the dark cellar I spotted a beautiful bottle with one of my favorite labels; perhaps one of the most famous names in wine. The uniqueness of their label and the quality of their grapes are renowned. With gentle care I lift the bottle from the dusty shelf and let the flashlight’s gaze fall onto the glass, illuminating it so I can observe the fill level and clarity of the wine. This one will do. It’s time to review a classic. But such a wine needs to be shared with friends on a special occasion and that can only mean one thing; make a reservation at Napa Rose for a party of 10 on Valentine’s Day.

There are many factors in drinking an old bottle of wine. One is that you have a 50/50 chance of it being passed its prime. The other is that once opened and decanted, the wine may only have a few minutes before the entire essence is gone. I recently drank a 1964 Chateau Le Trebuchet and as the sommelier poured it for us I had him try it first. [When a sommelier is on staff at a restaurant, I find making that offer to be a very nice gesture and I always do.] Our sommelier nosed it and found it had great hints of olive and fig and when he tasted it, he looked at me and said “You have about 10 minutes before this wine is gone.” So we did what any wine aficionado would do - we killed that bottle in five minutes. I did save about a quarter of a glass and let it sit for an hour and sure enough by then it was flavorless.

Back in the cellar, I placed the wine on my pouring table and cleaned it up with a soft towel. This particular bottle has seen better days, but as I know its history and know it’s been properly stored in a controlled environment for nearly 50 years, I’m confident we stand a better than average chance that it will have held up. I’m the second owner of this beautiful 1966 Château Mouton Rothschild. The previous owner was a surgeon in San Francisco and when he died his wine collection went up for auction. I purchased a mixed case of some of his old Bordeaux and because I went after the war torn and stained labels, I was able to get them for a good price. Since I’m not putting these wines on display and as they’re meant to be consumed, the quality of the label was not as important. As a rare book collector, the label of bottle of wine is comparable to the dust jacket on any rare book, where it’s about 80% of the book’s value; the same holds true for avid wine collectors: condition, condition, condition. Although it I would have been great if these bottles had pristine labels, in this case I’m personally drinking them with friends. So again, what would normally be an essential for me just isn’t this time. My only concern with this lot was cork seepage and shoulder height. A bottle with some good age to it will always have natural evaporation through the cork, as cork is a naturally breathable substance. I look for a mid-shoulder on Bordeaux; that is where the bottle starts to bow out from the neck.

Château Mouton Rothschild was ‘the one’. The wine that made me fall in love with wine. If you read my article a few months back, when I shared my story about working at Morry’s of Naples while I was in college, you’ll understand the training I learned from working there. Morry’s had everything from wine to craft beers, a full deli and wine lockers upstairs. Every few months we would reach out to the owners of inactive, forgotten or abandoned wine lockers and if after numerous attempts to reach them, if we did not hear back, the locker would be sequestered and the contents removed. There was always a waiting list to get a wine locker at Morry’s so that locker would not stay empty for long. This was not like Storage Wars where we auctioned the contents off. Morry’s took the wines and sold them in the store to pay for the lost revenue of the space. But once in a while, a bottle or two would have cork seepage or the label might be damaged and in those cases, the bottles would be opened and the wines would be shared with the staff. If you happened to be working that day, it was a good day indeed and in my case, I certainly benefitted.

While going through one of the sequestered lockers we came across a 1975 (Warhol label) Château Mouton Rothschild that had really bad cork seepage to the point where it had actually leaked on several other bottles. Not thinking much of the wine itself, our manager Allen opened it and decanted what was left. It was just the two of us working the closing shift. We smelled it and it was actually quite nose worthy. Could a wine with that much spillage still be good?

Before we drank, Allen told me what to look for in the wine; the nuances of the grape, the structure and depth of the bouquet. I was a young kid who drank mostly California cabs and had not had much experience in a big French red. We smelled it, swirled it, and looked at the legs dripping down from the glass, made a toast to Bacchus and hoped that this one would be remarkable. (Note: Toasting a new bottle of wine for me is a must. I find it unconscionable not to salute a newly opened bottle; it’s sacrilegious, uncivilized and downright tawdry. And yes, that goes for every new bottle. Period.) We sipped, swished, swallowed and let the finish find us. With that very first drink, my eyes lit up. This old wine had made it, the heavy tannins were still present and I felt like I had socks on my teeth. The flavors burst through my senses, from ripe just picked black cherries, to apricots, to cinnamon. I’d never tasted anything this balanced! I felt like Charlie at Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory after he drank the Fizzy Lifting drink; overwhelmed with flavors, smells, and brilliance. Drinking wine would never be the same for me. How could it be?

Even with what was lost from the leakage, we each got just about a full glass out of that bottle and I would never forget what a near perfect wine could taste like. Allen kept the bottle as it had the artwork from Warhol on it; more on that in a moment. I kept the memory all these years later on what great wine drinking is all about. Like any junkie, I’ve been chasing that superb taste ever since and have actually found it in a few bottles over the years. But that ’75 was life changing for me. Allen and I could only conclude that the bottle must have just leaked while being moved out of the locker so it never had time to spoil, it actually decanted instead.

In the village of Pauillac in the Médoc, you will find the wine estate of Château Mouton Rothschild. Like I said before, the wine is considered one of the world's greatest clarets [A dry red wine produced in the Bordeaux region of France]. The estate was originally named Château Brane-Mouton until 1853, when Nathaniel de Rothschild (an English member of the family) purchased the estate and changed the name. Then in 1922 Baron Nathaniel's great-grandson fell in love with the estate and took Mouton into the future of wine making; his name was Baron Phillipe de Rothschild. He was twenty years old.

When Phillipe took over the estate in 1922, the wine was currently being sold in casks to a merchant in Bordeaux. This merchant did everything from maturing, bottling, labeling and promoting. The vineyard essentially had no control to their own product. One of Philippe’s first decisions upon taking back complete ownership of the winery was at the time, revolutionary. He decided to bottle the entire harvest before it left the estate. This was never done before.

The vineyards are on the slopes leading down to the Gironde Estuary, in the Bordeaux region, where today they mainly produce Cabernet Sauvignon. With 203 total acres, the varietals are Cabernet Sauvignon (77%), Merlot (11%), Cabernet Franc (10%) and Petit Verdot (2%). They are also one of the last Châteaus in the region to ferment their wine in oak vats and then transfer and mature the wine to new oak casks. Also please do not confuse Mouton Rothschild with the widely sold and very low-priced Bordeaux Mouton Cadet. There is also another Rothschild estate in Médoc, owned by a different part of the Rothschild ancestry; Château Lafite Rothschild also considered to be one of the best wine producers in the world.

Two years later, in 1924, Baron Philippe yet again took an original, creative and bold leap with their brand, when he commissioned poster designer Jean Carlu to design the label for their new vintage. Today that label is considered to be one of the greatest examples of the Cubist influence in commercial art.

Then in 1945 as World War II ended and the freedom of France began in an effort to celebrate the return of peace, Baron Philippe conceived the idea of bestowing that year’s vintage, (considered to be one of the greatest of the century, next to 1982) as “The Year of Victory” and this time he commissioned the young painter, Philippe Jullian to produce a graphic design that was based on the "V" sign, made prominent by Winston Churchill during the war.

From 1946 on, a contemporary artist has been commissioned every year to create an original work for the label, which would embody the vintage. The relationship between the artists and estate has always been based on friendship and trust, shared objectivity and with creative vision. Every artist is allowed to follow their own inspiration, however the estate has the final say to accept or reject the work, if they feel it did not capture what they were envisioning. The artists commissioned are not paid for their work, but rather they are given a specific number of cases of wine from two different years.

Over the past 50 years the world’s best artists have created labels for Mouton Rothschild. A few of the artists included Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso, Andy Warhol, Keith Haring, Francis Bacon, Robert Wilson with Jeff Koons being the latest for the 2010 release.

Since Baron Philippe's death in 1988, Baroness Philippine, the Baron's only daughter, has become wholly involved in running of the estate. It has become her responsibility to choose that year’s artist to design and create the label.

A vision created back in 1924 has not faltered in 90 years. That’s commitment and that’s what is required. Art and wine seem destined to be entwined within the walls of Château Mouton Rothschild. With each new year, they push the boundaries and work to go beyond the year before. They are an example to be followed.

The great American winemaker Robert Mondavi, who became a business partner with Baron Philippe de Rothschild in 1980 when they founded Opus One winery in Napa, California, sums up the philosophy of wine by saying “Wine to me is passion. It’s family and it’s friends. It’s warmth of heart and generosity of spirit. Wine is art. It’s culture. It’s the essence of civilization and it’s the art of living.”



Château Mouton Rothschild, 1966, Bordeaux
Current Winemaker: Philippe Dhalluin

Label Artist: Pierre Alechinsky

Winery: Château Mouton Rothschild
Vintage: 1966
Region: Médoc
Location: France
Varietal: Bordeaux

Appearance (Color): A bold ruby with a hint of fog.
Aroma (Complexity): Fig and Artichoke
Body (Texture and Weight): Full classic Bordeaux
Taste (Balance of Flavor): Fig, Plum, Spice, Forest Floor
Finish (What lingers): Cinnamon

Price: $800
Food Paring: Heavy meats, Strong cheese, Dark chocolates
Serving Temperature: 64°
When to Drink: Now

Final Rating: 95

My rating system is based on Robert Parker and Wine Spectator's 50-point scale.

Wine Points

95-100      Classic: a great wine
90-94       Outstanding: wine with superior character & style
85-89       Very Good: wine with special qualities
80-84       Good: a solid, well-made wine
70-79       Average: drinkable wine that may have minor flaws
60-69       Below Average: drinkable wine but not recommended
50-59       Poor: undrinkable wine, not recommended


JohnTuri02 John Turi has had an impulsive career as a writer, wine aficionado, and artist. He has two published books of short fiction and poetry. He is a former child actor with the anxiety to prove it. He began college with a major in Mortuary Science and then switched to Creative Writing and then finally finished at a free love hippie art college in Southern California with a degree in graphic designer and sculpting. For over eight years he worked in the wine industry and acquired a delicate palate for varietals. For the last 20 years he has become a private rare book and wine collector. He desires California Pinot Noirs, and his true love is Kosta Browne. As a way to pay for his wine collection he works as a senior marketing manager / business development for an adult sex toy company. On his downtime he is busy writing a business plan for a unique wine bar concept somewhere in Southern California, preferably Long Beach (Naples area). Currently he resides in Southern California with his lovely wife and motivational speaker Shawn-Marie.