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Were wines from forgotten, esoteric and even derided growing seasons such as 1943,ġ9 that exponentially increased my intrigue. This was noĬherry-picking of lauded vintages. Well be the only account of this period in Pichon Baron’s life. Such a retrospective and probably the last time, so what you read here might Seely mentioned that it was the first time he had undertaken That had been dusted off, some vintages where they are down to their last two However, my eyesīulged upon entering the tasting room as I surveyed no less than 18 vintages Or four bottles and I would have no complaints about that. To be honest, knowing the paucity of stock, I anticipated maybe three Major construction work, the frontage likewise cordoned off as a new building Unsurprisingly, the château-building looks virtually unchanged between now and then.Ĭordoned off an evening and pulled up at Pichon Baron, presently undergoing This photo depicts the rear garden of Pichon-Baron around the turn of the 20th century. Nevertheless, Seely promised to rifle around andĮventually told me that he found “one or two bottles including some I would Vintages of Pichon Baron that predate the Eighties, in fact, it is easier to forageįirst Growths from that era. Lunches and dinners by its erstwhile managers and owners. Like manyĬhâteaux, entire productions were sold and remaining bottles picked off over Seely whether Pichon Baron had a decent library of older vintages? RegrettablyĪnd predictably he answered they had hardly any older vintages. In time, research for a project I have been working on. Having already examined the recent era following aĬomprehensive vertical covering 1983 to 2018, I wanted to delve back further I had to brush off the dust of this one because it covered the March, I had the privilege of flicking through the “photo album” of Château Of times, wine is martyred as soon as the cork is pulled. The oneĬrucial difference is that whilst we can look at a photograph an endless number What I was doing or where I lived or who I was with at that time. Like me, whenever I drink a particular vintage, I momentarily reflect about We instinctively relate that to our own lives. Us to contemplate the coeval circumstances, the backdrop, what might have been

Like old photographs, they instinctively encourage They are analogous toĬonducting a vertical tasting, since they too tell the story of a producer overĪ specific period of time. The hell am I rabbiting on about now? These are the dozen colour-coordinated photoĪlbums that sit on my bookshelf, each a pictorial account of my life betweenĬertain years. Girlfriend self-tied in a yoga knot in the garden. In sailor’s uniforms and a constellation of peace signs. Black and white arty images - Richard Avedon had he idled away anĪfternoon on Two Tree Island, Essex, with his bored and unemployed mates.ġ994-1995. Pony-tailed teenagersĭrinking cider five-minutes before a police raid. Puerile ‘Public Enemy’ poses in the Lake District.