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Zester Daily contributor Zachary Sussman is a Brooklyn-based wine writer. He has regularly contributed stories to the New York and national editions of Tasting Table, which have been mentioned in the "What We're Reading" section of the New York Times Diner's Journal. His work also appears in various national outlets, including Wine & Spirits, Bon Appétit online, Fodors.com, Grape Collective, Serious Eats, and Publix Grape magazine, among others. While not typing or sipping, he manages the graduate program in Creative Writing at New York University. His website is The Verbose Vine.

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Little-Known French Wine Region Is Ideal For Spring Image

It’s probably still premature to break out the Txakoli or Sancerre, or whatever crisp, refreshing white you prefer for summer, but there’s definitely a category of wine that embodies the chameleon-like nature of early spring, especially here in New York, where the weather is a reminder of Robert Frost’s lines.

You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

— From “Two Tramps in Mud Time

I find that France’s little-known and oft-neglected Savoie region — a tiny Alpine growing area perched up in the mountains along the Swiss border — delivers just what I’m looking for this time of year. With its versatile range of whites that run the stylistic gamut from playfully brisk to generously rich, and its light-bodied, elegantly lifted reds, Savoie wines offer the perfect way to pass the time while waiting for the first spring greens to appear at the market.

Whenever I drink wines from this part of the world, I immediately envision myself in a landscape that seems to belong in “The Sound of Music,” complete with herds of grazing cattle, sleepy little cottages and a token babbling brook. Technicolor Hollywood fantasies aside, it can’t be denied that, at their best, the area’s wines communicate an unmistakable sense of place, all mountain air and meadow grass and wildflowers.

Although not a whole lot of the area’s wine makes it to U.S. shores, what does arrive is truly worth seeking out. Producers of note include Franck Peillot, Eugene Carrel, Domaine Labbé and the extremely hard-to-find Domaine Belluard, but I’ve recently developed an obsession with a small vigneron by the name of David Dupasquier, located in the village of Jongieux, who makes a gorgeous lineup of wines from such distinctive regional grapes as Jacquère and Altesse (his whites), as well as the red-skinned Gamay and Mondeuse.

Minimalist Savoie winemaker

A fifth-generation winemaker now at the helm of his family estate, Dupasquier adopts a minimalist approach to his work in the vineyards and the cellar. For one, he harvests entirely by hand, which, given the precariously steep vines he tends, must pose a considerable challenge. Among other praiseworthy practices, he also makes a point of fermenting with indigenous yeasts, which better allows the underlying materials of the wine to shine through. For anyone interested in experiencing the high-altitude clarity possessed by so many wines from Savoie, Dupasquier’s efforts couldn’t be more faithful regional ambassadors.

His unusual level of dedication and care is evident across all of his wines, and his profound expression of the Jacquère grape is no exception. While many examples of the varietal are innocuous affairs, best used to quench the thirst of skiers after a long day on the slopes, his version possesses a bright wash of acidity and a stony mineral core that overturns expectations while remaining utterly true to its place of origin. Despite its deceptively lithe and nimble frame, it manages to deliver a sense of weight without being weighty, gesturing toward richness with a fuller, creamier texture than any other expression of the grape I’ve encountered. In this respect, the wine seems to me like an Alpine version of some of the better Muscadet cuvées that have recently raised that region’s profile.

All in all, the wines offer a refreshing dose of seasonal irony. On the richer side of the spectrum, for those chillier April days when, as Frost writes, you feel like you’re still “back in the middle of March,” Dupasquier’s stellar Rousette de Savoie does the trick. Particularly appealing in the recently released 2010 vintage and based on the late-ripening Altesse grape (known regionally as Rousette), it represents just the sort of comforting, deep-yet-chiseled, viscous-yet-fresh white to be enjoyed with the last of winter’s hearty, bone-warming fare: Think roast pork or trout in cream sauce. When the warmer weather comes in full force, however, I’ll gravitate toward his bright and elegant vins rouges. Plunged in the ice bucket before serving, the 2010 Dupasquier Savoie Gamay drinks like a transparent, mountain-grown Beaujolais, chock full of juicy red berry fruit and a clean mineral finish that sings of the rocky slopes in which it was raised. Cue the first spring chicken.

Top photo: David Dupasquier in the fields. Credit: Courtesy of Domaine Dupasquier

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The Man With The Cure For A Holiday Hangover Image

Christmas trees are littering the curb. Bing Crosby’s croon has vanished from the radio. No more chestnuts roasting or sleigh bells ringing. Finally, that gluttonous interval between Thanksgiving and New Year’s that we term “the holidays” has run its merry course. And I have to admit: After having spent the last two-and-a-half months gorging on a range of roast birds diverse enough to rival the contents of John Audubon’s notebooks, not to mention the rivers of gravy, the endless variations of stuffing and pies of all persuasions, all washed down with bottle after bottle of wine (made in every conceivable color and style, from sparkling to dry to sweet, from red, to white, to pink and even the elusive orange) — I’ve had my fill.

At this point, I’d say I’m ready for a juice cleanse. That is, of course, if wine counts as juice. Because no matter how ascetic my mood might be, a glass or two with dinner is a basic, life-affirming pleasure that I’m simply unwilling to go without. Yet, for all the time we spend obsessing over holiday wine recommendations — what to pair with the Christmas ham, the bird and trimmings, etc — no one ever seems to talk about what to drink in the aftermath, once the leftovers have been devoured and life returns to a more measured gastronomic pace.

In fact, I’ve always found it ironic that we tend to reserve sparkling wines for special occasions, when their style so perfectly suits casual, everyday drinking. I’m not talking about the kind of luxurious, unctuous Champagne that deserves to be served alongside appropriately rich fare: poached lobster, say, or a runny slice of Brie. At this time of the year, not only have I exhausted my Champagne budget, but I’m looking for an altogether different breed of sparkler: something clean, bracing and crisp, whose perky effervescence operates as a “hair of the dog” remedy for the post-holiday hangover.

So when I discovered that in recent years, as something of a fun side project, one of my favorite French winemakers has been making a fresh, zesty, low-alcohol sparkler known as Atmosphères, I knew it would be just the kind of curative bubbly I’d been craving.

The man in question is none other than Jo Landron, owner of the esteemed Domaine de la Louvetrie estate in Muscadet — a vigneron whose renown for crafting elegant, mineral-infused whites from the local Melon de Bourgogne grape is eclipsed only by his legendary mustache. I first encountered Landron a few years back, while attending the Salon des Vins de Loire in Angers. Although his whiskers might have been the first thing I noticed about him, from the moment I tasted his range of wines I knew that he was doing something special.

I could easily exhaust my remaining word count describing his entire lineup of superlative Muscadet cuvées, whether the racy Amphibolite, the stony Fief du Breil or the densely packed Hermine d’Or, each of which is farmed organically and represents the expression of its own unique single-vineyard terroir. These are the kind of wines that, along with those of a few like-minded peers, have helped Muscadet shed its image as a simple lubricant for washing down oysters and gain recognition as a truly site-expressive wine worthy of contemplation.

With their invigorating salinity and acidic cut, any one of Landron’s efforts would offer a welcome antidote to the particular form of seasonal lethargy I’ve been suffering from. But it’s his sparkling Atmosphères bottling that best fits the bill.

Atmosphères sparkling wine by Jo Landron.<br />Credit: Zachary Sussman

Atmosphères sparkling wine by Jo Landron.
Credit: Zachary Sussman

Just a quick glance at the label (featuring a playful cartoon drawing of a festive drinker, glass in hand, perched atop a giant stack of bottles) sets the tone for what’s in store. Officially designated a Vin Mousseux de Qualité, the wine is produced in the traditional Champagne method, with secondary fermentation in bottle, but once in the glass it’s a much more lighthearted affair. A hand-picked blend of Folle Blanche (one of the area’s more interesting secondary grapes) with a touch of Pinot Noir for body, it’s zippy, lemony and bright, with a slightly chalky grip guaranteed to enliven even the most oversaturated palate. Think of it as liquid Prozac.

Now’s not the time to worry about fastidious wine pairings. So, in that spirit, I’d suggest drinking the Atmosphères with just about anything you like. Best of all, it’s delicious all by itself, while waiting for your appetite to return — which, if you’re anything like me, will surely be soon.

 Top photo: Jo Landron. Credit: Candid Wines

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Asturian Cider’s Best Long Pour: Sidra Natural Or New Expression Image

Nobody understood the melancholy-tinged beauty of those transitional months between summer and winter quite like the great Romantic poet John Keats, whose “Ode to Autumn” famously celebrates that “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” Keats also enjoyed a good drink. So it seems fitting that “the last oozings” of the cider press make an appearance in his love song to the fall.

On a recent evening, I found his lines running through my mind while I tasted a range of utterly distinct apple ciders from Asturias – a remote rural region on Spain’s North Atlantic coast where one can still observe, as in Keats’ more pastoral time, how the season conspires to “bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees/ And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.” For in Asturias, the apple is not just an article of produce; it’s a way of life.

There’s something about the traditional style of Asturian cider — or sidra natural, as locals call it — that would have appealed to someone like Keats. Fermented with indigenous yeasts and bottled without any filtration, it’s the sort of frothy, pungent and unapologetically rustic concoction that has remained unchanged for centuries. Sidra natural represents the art of fermentation at its most elemental: The effect is not sparkling so much as gently effervescent, with low alcohol and a slight prick of fizz. Dry and earthy, with a pleasantly tart tang, this stuff is delicious. It also happens to be remarkably versatile at the table: think sheep or goat’s milk cheeses, shellfish or, at this time of year, even the traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

Asturias is home to more than 200 types of apples, which (because of the high moisture in this maritime region) tend to be less tannic than those grown in other cider-producing parts of the world. But in order to bear the proud label of Sidra de Asturias – the area’s officially protected Denomination of Origin (DOP) — the final blend must consist of a combination of as many as 22 preapproved varietals, of which the Regona and Raxao apples are the most common.

Asturian sidra natural being poured into a glass. Credit: Greg Nesbit / Asturias Cider Commission

Asturian sidra natural being poured into a glass. Credit: Greg Nesbit / Asturias Cider Commission

Almost as fun as drinking sidra natural is watching it be poured — in Asturias, this is a crucial part of the experience. The customary method, known as escanciar, involves pouring the cider from high above one’s head and allowing the free-flowing stream to plunge into the glass. According to John Belliveau-Flores, who imports a wide variety of Asturian cider through his company, Rowan Imports, this age-old technique accounts for more than just flashy showmanship.

“Pouring this way physically changes the character of the cider,” he says. “It breaks up the bonds which release the naturally occurring esters and unleash the aromas. Also, when you try to pour the cider normally, it ends up flat, but it effervesces when you pour from a height.” During my own attempt at mastering the art of escanciar, more cider wound up on my shoes than in my glass, but to watch an experienced professional undertake the act is mesmerizing.

‘New Expression’ Asturian cider cuts the funk

Despite the fact that sidra natural has remained a touchstone of Asturian culture over generations, in recent years producers have experimented with a more modern approach. Designed as a cleaner, more commercially viable interpretation for the export market, cider in this “New Expression” category undergoes filtration and stabilization to remove the sediment. Clear, crisp and lemony in both flavor and appearance, it shares more traits with white wine than beer. To be honest, the results often strike me as a bit too sanitized or refined, stripped of Asturias’ signature funky essence. But Belliveau-Flores is quick to point out the virtues of this style.

“In some cases, the New Expression ciders gain something,” he explains. “Although you’re taking away that funk, which removes a powerful layer, you can end up revealing more of the fruit expression, which would otherwise be covered up.”

I suppose it’s a matter of personal taste, but I’d still start by introducing yourself to the classic sidra natural first. One lovely rendition is the Val d’Ornon bottling from the family-run house of Sidra Menéndez. A refreshingly tart and milky blend of apples including Raxao, Regona, Perico and Carrio, it’s the perfect accompaniment to those bittersweet, “soft-dying” autumn evenings that Keats knew all too well. You might even be inspired to write an ode of your own.

Top photo: Escanciar, the art of pouring cider into a glass from above one’s head, releases the aromas. Credit: Greg Nesbit / Asturias Cider Commission

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Made in Chile, These Natural Wines Taste of France Image

Whenever I hear people say that a bottle of wine “tells a story” or shares some sort of “message,” it sounds to me like a pretentious cliché. It’s not like you pop the cork and out pours some rhapsodic treatise on the rolling hillsides of Tuscany. And yet, after all that sipping and swirling, what I ultimately hope to find in wine is something more than just “a medium-bodied effort with subtle notes of blackberry and leather.” Of course, how a wine tastes is obviously a huge part of the equation. But what’s in the glass is also a question of context (geographical, cultural, historical), and I’m most engaged when a bottle speaks of the place from which it came.

For that reason, I don’t drink a lot of South American wine. I tend to view most bottles from this part of the world as conforming to a certain oversaturated modern style, weighed down with alcohol, oak, and extraction. So I did a double take when I learned that Louis/Dressner Selections — the iconic importer of handcrafted wines from Europe — recently had made its first foray south of the equator, adding a Chilean winery to its portfolio. Even more curiously, the young winemaker in question, Louis-Antoine Luyt, is a native Burgundian trained in the “natural” style of winemaking.

But although he uses grapes from local Chilean farmers, Luyt’s wines are reminiscent of many French natural wines, raising interesting questions about the relationship between terroir and technique.

Having arrived in Chile at age 22, Luyt first found work washing dishes at a local restaurant, climbed his way up to beverage director, and eventually enrolled in sommelier school in Santiago. This exposed him to a wide selection of Chilean wine, most of which, he admits in an interview on the Louis/Dressner website, he found too homogenous and industrial. So he decided to do what any self-respecting Frenchman would do: Make his own.

Winemaker Louis-Antoine Luyt took his French vision for winemaking to Chile. Credit: Courtesy of Louis-Antoine Luyt

Winemaker Louis-Antoine Luyt took his French vision for winemaking to Chile. Credit: Courtesy of Louis-Antoine Luyt

Luyt returned to France to study enology in Beaune. He soon befriended Matthieu Lapierre, son of the late Beaujolais legend Marcel, whose family domaine in the town of Villié-Morgon invokes a religious reverence among natural wine acolytes. The five harvests Luyt worked Chez Lapierre amounted to an exhaustive apprenticeship in the art of natural viticulture: organic farming; no chemicals, sprays, commercial yeasts or additives of any kind; and a minimalist aproach in the cellar.

Luyt took this philosophy back to Chile, where he sources organic fruit from several parcels of extremely old vines rented from independent growers throughout the Maule Valley. Although he crafts fascinating examples using southern French grapes such as Carignan and Cinsault, to my mind his most compelling wines result from his efforts to reclaim the humble, light-skinned Pais variety, historically a ubiquitious ingredient in Chilean jug wine. Luyt currently produces three separate bottlings of Pais, each highlighting a specific parcel of vines. His “Huasa de Trequilemu” and “El Paìs de Quenehuao,” for example, are bright, slightly spicy, Beaujolais-inspired wines that taste unlike anything I’ve encountered from Chile.

In fact, as much as I enjoyed both efforts, they reminded me of some natural wines I’ve had from France. As critics have started to point out, many natural wines — even those from completely different regions —  can taste quite similar to one another.

Natural wine’s signature style

The culprit is a technique called carbonic maceration, which involves fermenting whole bunches of grapes before crushing. Traditionally used in Beaujolais, it has since spread throughout France as a common feature of natural winemaking. If you’ve ever had a wine made this way, you’ll immediately recognize its signature, almost trademark style: Bright and effortlessly fresh, with low alcohol, glug-able berry-ish fruit and occasionally a light prick of spritz.

Writer Alice Feiring deftly sums up this paradox: “These wines are often just what I want. But terroir? No, it’s a style. It’s a beverage, but a great one.”

It’s worth clarifying that not all natural wines use carbonic maceration, and many that do utterly transcend the category. The practice is best understood as one of many options available to a winemaker, like the use of oak, which can either sharpen or dilute a wine’s message.

So do Luyt’s efforts meticulously articulate their respective Maule Valley terroirs? Or do they simply export a style originally developed in France? It’s hard to say. For one, it’s difficult to find Pais bottled as a single varietal, so a standard of comparison is elusive. That said, having recently tried one of Luyt’s zesty carbonic Carignans, I’m not entirely convinced I’d be able to distinguish it from an identically made example from the South of France, although I did find myself detecting a bit more bold Southern Hemisphere fruit, as well as some peppery herbs.

It’s far too easy to let these big, abstract questions distract from what’s in the glass. This is a shame, because the wines are truly tasty — after all, I happen to like that whole natural carbonic thing, certainly more than the oaky, overripe alternatives. So even if Luyt’s lineup might seem fashioned after many of the  familiar natural-styled bottles you’d find in any hip Parisian (or Brooklyn) wine bar, his work represents a bold development for Chile. That should be enough for anyone, even curmudgeons like me.

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Winemaker Louis-Antoine Luyt. Credit: Courtesy of Louis-Antoine Luyt

One of Louis-Antoine Luyt’s Carignan wines. Credit: Zachary Sussman

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