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Monday
Apr202015

France: Day 9 - Paris in the Spring Time

Due to some unforeseen complications back in the states, I was forced to take a slight detour on my planned adventure. Rather than come home Friday the 24th, I needed to get back by Monday to take care of some important business (the perils of greater responsibility). That meant departing from my friend Charles on Saturday morning and catching a train from Bordeaux to Paris. I got in later that afternoon, booked a room at the Relais Bousquet (they even gave me the same room I had back in February), and tried to enjoy what little time I had in the city. The warm weather in Gascony had definitely carried over to the French capital and people were out and about, soaking up the sun, playing the flâneur in fine fashion. 

There was a 5K run for charity going on along the Seine. The weather was absolutely perfect. When it looks like this in Paris you almost don't know what to do; you just sit there, kind of stupified, wondering if you should get a beer, or go for a walk, or maybe just stand there and take it all in.  

But I'm not over here for my health or to fulfill my own metropolitan needs, so if I was going to spend a day wandering around Paris, I was going to need to do some market research or something. Apparently, when it's warm and sunny in Paris, you can get a deal on Ruinart. There, now that I've done my day's work I can get back to enjoying myself.

I'm all about the 7th arrondissement. It's just the perfect spot for me. Tons of bars, no one under the age of 21, none of that nouveau riche bullshit, but with some super hip cocktail action and a load of good pâtisseries, boulangeries, and cafés. Plus, there's a secret square near the hotel that packs in a fun crowd.

Back to work now. I happened to be near the Maison du Whisky on my big walk Saturday evening, so I had to go in and check it out. I hadn't been in since 2012 and I think I had just simply forgotten about the size and scope of what's going on along the Rue d'Anjou. You might think Scotland is the place to go in search of interesting and rare single malts, but the French drink far more Scotch whisky than the Scottish do. Therefore, it's only logical that they would have the best shops. La Maison du Whisky is, simply put, the best single malt whisky store I've ever been to. They have everything. Anything. All the things you could ever want, and a bunch of stuff you never even knew existed. Not only is the selection completely overwhelming, the store is beautifully curated and—in typical Parisian fashion—it's stylish, clean, and sleek. I tip my hat to retail greatness.

By the time most of you guys read this I'll be on a plane back to the U.S.; another great trip under my belt. Hopefully David OG can find some interesting things in Switzerland and Eastern France to add on to the already huge pile of booty. Hopefully we can keep the momentum going and really become the premier merchant (in the truest sense) of fine spirits in the U.S. Hopefully you had fun reading these posts over the last few weeks!

Hopefully I can make it back into the store next week in one piece. Signing off. Another year in the books.

-David Driscoll

Sunday
Apr192015

France: Day 8 - Rounding Up the Goods - Part II

Let's keep going, shall we? I need to organize these notes and a blog post is a great way to refresh my memory.

Christelle at Domaine de Maouhum definitely stole our hearts, but were we too blinded by her beauty to properly assess her Armagnacs? I don’t think so. Her stuff is outrageous. Everything we tasted was outstanding. 1983, 1994, VS, XO—load up the truck. We’re taking everything.

There’s definitely business to be done at Sandemagnan. They had plenty of older brandies that showed character, but were refined and restrained. A 1975 vintage was stunning, while another 1980 expression took my breath away. Because they’re a more upscale operation, will that extra attention to detail ultimately raise the sticker price? We’ll have to see where these land before making any decisions.

We were praying for good Armagnac on this trip and the former church at La Grangerie definitely answered all of our prayers. That chai was jam-packed with nothing but winners. The 2001 is going to be the star of this trip—mark my words. It’s like Weller Bourbon, but the label says something in French about a Chateau or something. Do they make wheated Armagnac? I don’t think so. One of the funniest things I heard on this trip was a dig by one of the producers about whiskey: “Why in the hell would I want to drink something made from the shit I feed my chickens?”

There are mountains of old barrels waiting to be claimed at Carpoulat, but have the brandies been inside of them for too long? This will ultimately be a pet project for us, I think. We’ll have to do some serious reworking of these brandies before they’ll be ready to bottle. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible though. It’s definitely a project worth investing in.

Pellehaut is obviously tried, tested, and customer-approved. Definitely expect a new 1986 vintage expression and maybe more from the mid-1990s. 

The property at Papolle has the best of what the Gascogne landscape has to offer: rolling hills, vines, small patches of forest, a small river, and some of the best grapes in the Bas-Armagnac for distillation. This estate really has it all—including loads of fantastic vintage brandies that are just there for the taking. 1973, 1975, 1978, 1987 (what seems to be the one constantly-fantastic at every producer) and the potential for blends like Hor d’Age and XO. Plus, we really, really liked Mr. Piffard.

What are we up to now? Like thirty-something new Armagnacs, right? And a handful of old favorites? Good thing we’re opening a gigantic new store in San Francisco this summer. I’m going to need more space.

Now that I’m done thinking about all this, can someone please pass me that gigantic plate of foie gras?

-David Driscoll

Saturday
Apr182015

France: Day 8 - Rounding Up the Goods - Part I

Today was a travel day, so I needed to start getting an idea of what we would eventually need to order upon our return. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost two straight, non-stop weeks of traveling, tasting, and taking copious amounts of notes—all in the name of better booze retail. Let’s see where we are so far with our French selections.

We began with Mr. Boutinet in the Fins Bois region of Cognac. We were pretty happy with his VSOP and some of the younger vintage selections we tasted there. In a line-up that already consists of Raymond Ragnaud, Ragnaud Sabourin, Dudognon, Giboin, the soon-to-be-arriving Vallein, Thorin, and Forgeron, is there really room for another producer? The pricing will be the big factor here. More value options might be nice, but now that we’re working directly with Hine I think they might be tough to beat on that end. We just got their incredible VSOP in for $46.99—a wicked good price.

Then there’s our friend Beatrice Sourdois in Toujous at Domaine de Jean-Bon. She had some amazing stuff and the pricing looked more than reasonable. We tasted a 1995 vintage that was big, oaky, and full of dried herbs with bits of anise. That, along with an absolutely killer 1987 expression full of sweet vanilla on the entry with loads of power and spice on the finish. I’d expect two or three things from this savvy gal.

Our friend Jacques at Domaine du Miquer is definitely good for another order of 1987. Maybe some 1990 as well since his Armagnac does stand out from the pack. The brandies are woody, but much leaner and full of graphite with pencil shavings.

You know we’re buying more Baraillon from our friend Paul Claverie. We’ll be grabbing some new vintages from them for sure. The 1981 they had was incredible—dark and dusty with brooding power and an explosion of peppery punch on the back end.

Domaine de Charron is definitely a wild card here. Claude Lartigue has some incredibly-powerful stuff, but it might be too oaky for true Armagnac connoisseurs. It’s definitely for our big-boy Bourbon drinkers looking to cross over. That being said, what will they ultimately cost? That is the question. Price will play the biggest role here because for the right retail sticker these are home runs. The 2004 vintage could be the answer to Elijah Craig Barrel Proof at $40.

When I was hanging out at Bernard's restaurant, working on some more photos and writing, I bought a bottle of wine for all the guys hanging out at the main counter. Bernard told them it was on me. They were very thankful, and about twenty minutes later one of the guys came over to my table and asked me to follow him over to another building. I looked at Bernard, who nodded and winked at me, so I followed the man into the other side of the restaurant. The above magnums were pulled out of a secret compartment and I was asked which one I wanted to try first.

Of course, I looked at him and said, "1893? That’s waaaay too young, dude. Pass me that 1831. I only drink Armagnacs distilled at least 184 years ago."

What an amazing experience. They were all so full of fruit and freshness despite their extremely old age. This place is pure magic.

-David Driscoll

Friday
Apr172015

France: Day 7 - La Vie de Montreal du Gers

With David OG on the road this morning and Charles on his way to Bordeaux, I was on my own for most of the day in Montreal du Gers. Thank God I've been taking French lessons for the past few months because I was in the thick of la vie de Gascogne—not a scene known for its fluency in English. Last year at this time I was sitting in Charles's mother-in-law's kitchen, doing some laundry, nodding my head and smiling as she talked my ear off. The problem was I didn't understand a thing she was saying. This year, however, I'm much more self-sufficient. After doing some work in my guest room, I checked out, paid the bill, and brought my luggage over to Bernard's restaurant. The plan was to take a walk and get a bit of exercise. What actually happened though was a few glasses of red wine, some local politics, and a few pieces of sausage.

Because we're in the Sud Ouest of France, there's a decent amount of Basque influence and the opinions about government can become quite heated. I was able to understand about 40% of what they were talking about and it was absolutely hilarious. It was just like that scene in Amelie with the old guy who comes into the cafe each day to rant and rave. This is all at 11 AM, mind you, on a weekday no less.

I did sneak out for a bit, however, and was able to catch the action on the streets. There was a farmer's market in the middle of the square and people were out running errands, preparing for the day's numerous meals.

Everything was calm on the Rue Calmette. There was a bit of moisture in the air. It looked as if it might rain, so people were getting their chores done early.

I walked around the edge of town to see the outskirts. It's a pretty amazing little village; very pictureque with an old well, momuments to the many wars, and views of the rolling hills from many different vantage points.

What's funny now is that I'm starting to know the people in town and they all think I'm a journalist because I walk around with my camera taking photos, then I sit in Bernard's restaurant working on the computer. I ran into the innkeeper on my walk, talking to her friend upstairs through the window.

Bernard had begun slicing the chorizo upon my return. He was getting ready for the mid-day lunch crowd. The restaurant started filling up and soon the bar was full of locals, all drinking wine and chatting, asking me what I was doing and looking over my shoulder as I edited my photos. "Les photos sont tres belles." Merci.

And now I have to go walk off all that food I just ate, that I promised myself I wouldn't eat again today. Bernard and Vero made me stay for lunch. Then they made me drink more wine. Then they made me eat dessert. C'est la vie de Montreal.

-David Driscoll

Thursday
Apr162015

France: Day 6 - Adding to the Pack

We ate enough roasted duck last night to feed a small family. You can probably harvest my liver at this point and spread it over a piece of toast with the rest of the fois gras on the table. Today we needed to be on our game, however. We couldn't go too crazy with the food and booze.

The first stop on today's outing was a producer called Chateau de la Grangerie, which was built in the 17th century right next to an old monastery. The church and the housing for its servants was actually built in the 11th and 12th centuries, so it's safe to say that the Armagnac we were tasting today was being aged on hallowed ground.

The chai is actually located inside the entryway to the old church, so we ducked under the gothic masonry and headed into the barrel room.

Like many Tenereze producers, Grangerie distills only ugni blanc for its brandies. However, the sandy and gravel-rich soils are much more like the terrain found in the Bas-Armagnac. They fill about ten barrels a year; two of which are used for Floc de Gascogne and one goes to Pruneau—a prune-flavored brandy made by macerating the Armagnac with the dried fruit also grown on the property.

We were very impressed with Mr. Langalerie and his entire operation. The property itself was beautiful and well-kept. The history fascinating. The brandies top notch. We tasted a 2001 vintage that could have passed in a blind tasting for Weller 107. I think we're on to something big here.

After tasting through the ancient monestary, we headed over to a property called Carpoulat—an old estate that once belonged to a wealthy merchant from Guadaloupe who sadly passed away a few years back. Today it's being run by property managers just trying to keep the place together.

There is a ton of Armagnac sitting in barrel at Carpoulat. Even stuff from the early 1970s! That might excite you, but trust me: it's not necessarily a good thing. That would be like leaving Bourbon in barrel for more than 40 years—it sounds interesting, but in the end all you get is a big mouth full of splinters. In my opinion, the guys need to start taking this stuff out of wood immediately and getting it into glass demijohns. That being said, it's a veritable treasure trove of booze. There could be anything in that warehouse. We started popping bungs like crazy.

Lunch was spent with our old friends at Pellehaut. Laurent and Mathieu were on hand to greet us and the wine was quickly poured. Pellehaut makes a lot more wine than Armagnac, and most of it is both delicious and extremely inexpensive. Why we're not importing it is beyond me.

This was our fourth visit to Pellehaut, so there wasn't much else to do other than taste new vintages. We definitely will be adding more to the pile of Age de Glace and 1973 landing in Oakland shortly. Pellehaut is one of the most popular producers we've worked with over the years, so there's no point in slowing down that momentum. Our customers love the quality, price points, and the flavor. What's not to love? Their Armagnacs are rich, fruity, and delicious.

Last up on the schedule was another new producer for us; a domaine called Papolle that was recently purchased from a British businessman by a French family named Piffard. The old house on the property is very Gascogne—dark wooden interiors, old furniture, and artwork full of.....

...still-life fruit bowls, half glasses of wine, and a pile of vegetables with dead pheasants. It was quite romantic and almost modernly gothic in style.

Frederic Piffard, who runs the domaine, was unfortunately in the hospital, so we met with his father who made the original purchase of the estate. He was very nice and more than eager to go romping through the warehouses with us. We liked him immediately. We also liked his wonderful brandies, especially the older baco vintages from the late 70s and early 80s. A wish list was quickly made.

We made a heckuva lot of progress in Gascony this year. Already we've visited more than six new producers from whom we definitely want to start buying Armagnac from. Add them on to the list of properties we're already working with and the roster begins looking quite formidable. We expect our work in Armagnac to be very popular with our spirts clientele, especially when you consider the prices we should be paying for this stuff. With the American whiskey market getting slimmer and more lucrative, Armagnac is the perfect remedy to that issue. It's a lot to take in, and the work isn't easy, but with two dedicated buyers here on the ground we think K&L will be ground zero for all Armagnac fans by the end of the year. We're working very hard to make that happen.

Tomorrow will mark an interesting twist in our spiritual saga. David OG is going to rent a car and head off towards Burgundy, where he'll meet with Michel Couvreur before moving towards the Jura and Switzerland. There are a few single malt producers in the region he thinks might have some interesting products to consider. I, on the other hand, want to continue researching and documenting the brandy producers in the Southwest, so I'll be staying behind with Charles. The plan is to meet back in Calvados by the middle of next week.

There are two Davids, so why not get twice the amount of work done by doubling our efforts? We'll see how it goes!

-David Driscoll