We, who love our Burgundies, are very careful with them. We watch their storage like they could awake at any moment, when we’re not around, and cry out for attention.
I would venture to say that when it is a white Burgundy, that sentiment is doubled.
However, opening this wine for our Sunday lunch today, I found that my pampering had paid off. And by pampering I mean I watched the humidity, and I left this little bastard alone. In the dark. And although tempted, I refrained from touching it.
And it paid off.
I love you Louis Latour.