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The new rules of wine |
The next great wine will come from China
China is now the world’s biggest importer of fine wine, much of it sold
through Hong Kong, the new wine auction capital of the world. For today’s
image-conscious Chinese, a pot of tea, or even a flask of fiery baiju spirit
on the restaurant table no longer cuts the chilli sauce. A £1,500 bottle of
Château Lafite rather does – even given the distressing local tendency to
mix it with Coca-Cola or Fanta. Rupert Hoogewerf, the British compiler of
China’s “Rich List”, nevertheless reports that: “Consumers are gradually
becoming more appreciative of wine, and less driven by snobbery,” and
forecasts that when the current market madness (the latest must-have vintage
being Romanée-Conti 1990 at around £23,000 a bottle!) calms down, China will
become a huge but mainstream wine-drinking nation.
Not that Europe’s vineyards will necessarily benefit. The first home-grown
Chinese “superwine” has already arrived to both rave and apprehensive
reviews. Jia Bei Lan, a silky cabernet sauvignon blend, produced in Ningxia,
a central province previously best known for its goji berries, recently
became the first Chinese wine to win a major international trophy. Judges at
the Decanter Awards in London described the £30-a-bottle brew as “supple,
graceful and ripe”, and praised its “excellent length and four-square tannins”.
This is a remarkable moment in the multi-millennial history of wine, and all
the signs are that England will play a big part in its future. The great
wine regions of France and Italy may look to have it made with their perfect
summers and contented vignerons scoffing confit de canard on shady bistro
terraces. It won’t stay like that for long, though, because the real wine
action is heading for somewhere south of Basingstoke.
By the end of this century, on expert projections, southern England will have
the ideal climate for wine making, and the overheated vineyards of France
will be producing the kind of delinquent plonk currently served up in pizza
bars. According to Gregory Jones, one of the world’s foremost wine
climatologists: “The best conditions for, say, chianti, will be in Germany
and Belgium, and those for making fine bordeaux-style wines will be in the
English Home Counties.” The movement is already under way. Vine cultivation
in England has soared by 40 per cent over the past five years, and last
month work began at Rathfinny in East Sussex, an estate that is projected to
become, by 2017, England’s biggest vineyard. Its owner, former hedge fund
boss Mark Driver, left the City to pursue his dream of creating “the British
Bollinger”, and confidently forecasts that England will soon be setting the
global standard.
Other challenges to the old hegemony are arising everywhere from the Middle
East, where, despite such hindrances as war and Islamic proscription, wine
is undergoing a renaissance, to Eastern Europe, where cult wines from
Georgia, Russia and even Kosovo are hitting the market.
‘Terroir’ means nothing
Wine’s current war of liberation (as the romantic school of oenology likes to
see it) is being fought against an establishment steeped in ancient, but
frequently suspect, nostrums.
A favourite one is the French concept of “terroir” which roughly translates as
“sense of place”. The basic shtick is that grapes growing on a picturesque
slope beside, say, the River Saône, will taste detectably different from
those growing a quarter of a mile away, let alone in Chile or Bulgaria.
Viticulturalists increasingly regard this not only as bunkum, but as a
cover-up for bad wine making. What really matters is the quality of the
grapes and the skill of the winemaker. The terroir myth has, nevertheless,
worked astonishingly well to maintain the perceived specialness of
traditional wine areas. Now its credibility is collapsing: “Terroir,” says
the wine writer Malcolm Gluck, “is utter b-------.”
The ‘Frankengrape’ is lovelier than it sounds
Wine buffs don’t like to admit it, but the world’s main grape types –
cabernet, chardonnay, merlot, riesling et cetera – are, essentially, the
same thing. All are descendants of a single species, Vitis vinifera,
which was domesticated in Asia Minor in ancient times, and slowly spun off
into the varieties we know today.
The problem is that these otherwise estimable vines have lost their appetite
for sex. According to groundbreaking recent research by Prof Sean Myles, a
geneticist at Cornell University in California, the industry’s centuries-old
obsession with “varietal purity” has fatally weakened the plants’ gene
structures, destroying their natural resistance and making them increasingly
vulnerable to infections and changes in atmospheric conditions.
The growers’ stopgap answer has been to bombard their vineyards with
ever-larger doses of chemicals, but such practices will be mostly banned by
the European Union from next year. The only real answer, says Myles, is
Frankengrape — genetically engineered vine varieties with built-in immunity
to the many pests and diseases that tend to afflict such highly-strung
plants. The problem is that the wines of the future are likely to taste
different. And that is a tough thing for classicists to swallow.
It’s always worth spellchecking the label
For all the flowery prose that garlands the subject of wine, the fact remains
that even the greatest palates of the age find it impossible to consistently
identify the good stuff. Tales abound in the trade of blind tastings where
experts have proclaimed planted glasses of plonk to be the products of
fabled châteaux, while dismissing the finest vintages as undrinkable. Along
with the reluctance of prominent collectors to admit to being fooled, all
this plays beautifully into the hands of today’s sophisticated wine
fraudsters.
Con artistry is nothing new. The oldest and simplest racket is to slap a fancy
label on a bottle of something ordinary. Today, though, with a global wine
market worth billions, the ruses are becoming more and more ingenious.
Counterfeiters can produce near-perfect copies of bottles, corks, capsules
and boxes complete with forged paperwork attesting to authenticity.
In China, where loss of face is fatal, fraud has grown to what one expert
calls “jaw-dropping levels”. Even in the United States, where collectors are
far more willing to report sharp practice, there have been dozens of scams.
In a current lawsuit, the billionaire Bill Koch, an avid collector, claims
he has been defrauded by up to $5 million. (The dealer selling to him, Rudy
Kurniawan, was tripped up by a bottle of Domaine Ponsot he tried to sell at
auction in 2008 which was passed off as having been made in 1929; the
winemaker didn’t begin estate bottling until 1934.)
But the rip-offs aren’t all at the high end of the market. Last year thousands
of counterfeit bottles of Britain’s bestselling brand, Jacob’s Creek, turned
up on grocery store shelves in Greater London. The fraudsters, however, gave
themselves away with an elementary spelling error on the label, which read
“Wine of Austrlia”. Perhaps it really does rot the brain.
Have wine, will travel
For the lady who doesn’t want to be seen tottering out of Oddbins with a
bottle under her arm, here’s the ingenious new Volére wine handbag. Styled
to resemble one of those chichi Milanese shoulder bags, it holds 750ml of
Italian red, white or rosé, which can be accessed by a discreetly concealed
side-tap. Premiered earlier this year by the Californian wine retailer
Volére, the bags, sadly, are not yet on sale outside the US, but the
enthusiastic reception that has greeted them hints at how far the market is
moving beyond the idea of wine in conventional glass bottles.
Later this year, the world’s first recyclable paper wine bottle should begin
appearing on Britain’s supermarket shelves. The brainchild of the inveterate
Suffolk-based inventor Martin Myerscough, the bottle gets around its most
obvious difficulty with the help of a thin foil “bladder”.
Myerscough, who has set up a company, Greenbottle, to market the design,
claims its carbon footprint is 10 per cent of a glass bottle’s, and that it
can be tossed on a compost heap when finished. “We’ve done a lot of testing
with consumers,” he says, “and people are pretty happy with it.”
Wines have star signs too
The hottest new trend in wine is “biodynamics”, although those trumpeting it
happily admit that the idea has been around for decades. It flows from a
belief that mysterious energy forces, cosmic rhythms, lunar movements and
natural earth patterns can make what is grown “vibrate in harmony with the
universe”.
The standard theory is based on the work of the Austrian “spiritual scientist”
Rudolf Steiner, who outlined his ideas to broad scepticism in the Twenties.
Modern winemakers have proved more enthusiastic, though. Steiner’s foremost
disciple, the famed Loire grower Nicolas Joly, is prone to baffling
hard-nosed buyers’ conferences by saying things like: “For a vine, spring is
the victory of sun forces over earth forces. In autumn the law of death
comes into force.” It’s hard to argue with his wines, though.
Alcohol is not compulsory
Blame it on faddism, the nanny state or good sense, but the days of those
limb-numbing, oak-soaked, beast-in-a-bottle wines are numbered. Last year
sales of lower-alcohol wines rose by 66 per cent in the UK.
The trend towards sky-high booze levels really began with the New World wine
invasion, led by Australian shirazes and chardonnays that regularly weighed
in at 15% abv. Today, “lifestyle concerns” are reversing it. Sainsbury’s is
committed to doubling its sales of lower-alcohol wines by 2020, “and we
intend to reduce average alcohol content across the board”, says a
spokesman.
And nor are grapes
Although the European Union, with characteristic lack of imagination,
stipulates that anything describing itself as “wine” must be made from
fermented grapes, there is an expanding school of freethinkers which feels
otherwise. China already markets a popular fish wine, described as “zingy
with overtones of squid”, while the Los Angeles Times recently
reported on the popularity of cannabis wine among California’s middle-class
baby boomers. The brew is made – allegedly behind the scenes by some of the
state’s premium vintners – by dropping a pound of marijuana into a full cask
of fermenting cabernet or zinfandel. Sadly, Britain’s sole act of rebellion
is buying a bottle of sweet elderflower from the W.I.
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