It was a rainy morning and being Monday out of tourist
season lots of shops and wineries were closed.
The tourism office was open though with the usual lovely selection of
maps and brochures (so far there have been great tourism offices in most
towns). We followed the red line painted
on the cobblestone streets through town to visit the major sites (there was a
blue line to follow in Nevers). The wine
cooperative's museum was open and out of the rain, so we stopped in. They have a very interesting and thorough
exhibit (with English translations on signs and subtitles on videos) that
covers the history of wine making in the area, the different soil types, the
harvesting techniques, wine making techniques, pests, and marketing of Sancerre
as an appellation. Out in the little
garden there is a tractor with a video game console where you drive the tractor
through a vineyard and get points for speed and accuracy. Jake drove slowly and was timed out before he
finished even trimming the vines. I
drove fast but ended up flipping the tractor on a sharp turn, game over. The museum ticket ends with a tasting, but it
turns out you just taste one wine and get the glasses as a souvenir.
So the wine we tasted wasn't bad, but it did not meet up to
Jake's expectations. And in fact, little
of the Sancerre we've had here has matched what he thinks of as a typical sancerre
that you might get in the US. I would
say that we have now tried at least 10 sancerres. The problem is explaining what you expect in
a wine. But after lunch (where I had a
sancerre that I thought was pretty nice,
but minerally; lunch was an omlette with a side of green beans and a baked
potato topped with a goat cheese sauce), we stopped in at a winery's store that
offers tastings. The saleslady poured 5
tastings of sancerres explaining that each was from grapes grown in different
soil types/villages. And sure enough,
they also tasted notably different.
Still, none were quite up to Jake's remembrances from sancerres he'd had
before. I however really liked one and
bought a bottle. It was from grapes
grown near Chavignol in clay and limestone marl soils (called Cuvee Silex on
the bottle). Chavignol also happens to
be famous for its goat cheese, Crottin du Chavignol.
After exploring the rest of town we headed back down the
hill to see Chavignol and other little towns.
The grapes are all grown on the steep hillsides, and any flatter land is
devoted to cereal crops and pastures.
This is grape harvest season so there were lots of little tractors
hauling wagons filled with grapes and cars of workers parked at the
wineries. Some grapes were being harvested
by machines hooked to tractors, and others were being harvested by hand (see
photos). The vines were lovely with the
dark purple grapes (pinot noir) hanging in tight clusters under leaves just
turning yellow. The sauvignon blanc
grapes that make the sancerre must have been harvested a little earlier or they
are just harder to see.
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