Us humans easily put our concerns into separate containers of worries. Viewed next to each other our boxes of cares can be alarmingly contradictory. I must admit to being pretty scared by the thought of summer bushfires made cataclysmic by a warming climate and then fret over increased air fares despite being told my seat to Europe and back produces more CO2 than a whole year of normal living. Same thought about wine producers proudly being organic when their bottles weigh twice as much as necessary. This one will make yet another chunky crash in the recycling bin. Jancis is still crusading but there’s still few light weight bottles in fine wine. Such human contradictions just make me want a drink. So, another revived old rare variety, this time from Rioja. First Maturana Blanca for me and it’s what an old English idiom would call a curate’s egg. Weird expression and who’s met a curate at breakfast recently? Deep green gold shows a bit of bottle age. The first bottle of this I opened was horribly oxidised by an organic cork, even more wasted embedded carbon. Happily this second bottle is fresh with rich yellow plum and green olive fruit, dried sweet hay and bergamot. Touch of chamomile and a bitter citrus lift of reduction. A glide of glycerol cut nicely by firm but not harsh acidity. There’s quite a bit of bitter sulphide that seems to come and go. Second day and it’s less noticeable, particularly as it warms from the fridge. With summer approaching, the old wino’s mantra is right, we drink our reds too warm, our whites too cold. This one could have been better a couple of years ago and not sealed with tree bark but still something good to take my mind off environmental troubles.
13.5% alcohol. Cork. $26 at auction.
92 points. Sort of a compromise.

