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It's all over. The two-headed dragon has been slain. Two burdensome tasks have been accomplished: the new wine is safe and sound in its barrels and six new episodes of my TV show Wijn aan Gort ('Wine according to Gort') have been recorded. So get yourself some valerian root and a bottle of Slurp, fasten your seatbelt and get cracking on the account below.
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Harvest 2013

"Wijn aan Gort", season 2

 



Harvest 2013



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A spring season soaked through the bone, combined with a hailstorm packing the punch of a squadron of Joint Strike Fighters, had caused the grapes to be in deplorable condition. All of wine-making-France was in uproar. The harvest was a total disaster! We demand government subsidies! Declare the state of emergency!


hagel

Fearsome of a fatal outcome, many winemakers in the Bordeaux region went ahead and harvested that what could be rescued as early as the end of September. But not us. Luckily our little grapes had narrowly escaped the hailstorm. They glistened in the autumn sun like perky purple pearls, and so oenologist Michel Rolland persuaded us to put the harvest off till the very last moment and let the grapes benefit from those final rays of sunshine. In this way they'd be put into the barrels at their very ripest.


croissant

When we begin the harvest at the start of October, the weather is glorious. In order to help us keep a team of seasoned local grape pickers in check, the local baker has kindly decided to supply us with some extra strength and has fortified the croissants with Viagra.


yvette

What we take in is, against all expectations, of excellent quality. The grapes look like they need to be photographed.


glas

Voilà! The first glass. Château la Tulipe rouge 2013 is born! Rouge? Yes, rouge. Because it is during the fermentation process that the white jus will slowly turn red due to the grape skins in the tank. First white, then pink and then a deep Bordeaux red. In sharp contrast with the tear-jerking harvest reports from around the country, this first wine of the year turns out to be kissably delectable.


paul

We continue picking for three days, with a group of local labourers and we collect beautiful ripe grapes. But then we reach another part of the vinyard, known as 'La Côte', and he grapes turn out to be of a different order entirely. And to exacerbate things, the weather suddenly takes a turn for the worse.

 

With typical French temperament manager Paul shows us the length of the row of numbers that our bank balance will now be in the red.


caro

The wineboer seeks support for his broken spirit from a tractor (which, like himself, could do with a renovation). Not even the sight of his ever cheerful lover coming back from the vineyards carrying a crate packed with grapes can drag his dejected mind back in from the swamp of desolation.


ilja

'Just throw the whole lot out!' sighs the dispirited wineboer. 'We have waited too long. The grapes have started to rot...'


druifs

But at that moment Paul butts in.
'Non, Ilja!' sounds his authoritative tenor. 'This is pourriture noble! The good mildew! They'd kill for this in Sauternes. This mould, the Botyritis cinera, uses its spores to replace the structure of the grape with miniscule fungi that love grape juice. The slurp up all the acid and the water from the grape. The grapes then desiccates a little until it contains nothing but honey sweet juice. This is the best thing that could have happened to us!'

 

'But, will that not make our wine way too sweet?' the bewildered lord of the manor mumbles.
'Quite the opposite! This will mean an excellent vintage for us! Thanks to these luscious syrupy grapes we can assemble a wine where we get to control the ideal balance between sweet and acidic tones. Perfect!'


vroeg

Fortified by these uplifting words we rise early the next morning. Because of a fast approaching rain-storm we have decided to try to get the entire harvest in as quickly as possible. In order to achieve this, we have recruited the 'Pellenc Winery', the Ferrari of harvesters. According to our colleague Jean-Claude Berrouet, winemaker of Château Petrus, the PW does its job at least as well as a troupe of 30 human pickers, but at ten times the speed.

 

The accompanying Rock-Tractor was ready to rock, but the overly sensitive grape picking miracle-child itself gave up before it had even started so we had to wait two hours for a mechanic, who had to come from Saint-Emilion. Sigh...


machine

The Grape-Ferrari turns out to be beyond repair and a couple of hours later the Rolls Royce of harvesters is delivered (appropriately named 'New Holland' as a gesture to the homeland of the wineboer). An automated grape sucker with a built in sorting computer so it will only harvest those grapes that are completely ripe. Unfortunately, this monster machine comes inclusive of a driver that, according to the startled wineboer, 'has never driven anything larger than a tricycle'.

 

'Hey! Be careful with my @#$%! Grapes!' He roars at the wine machinist as he rumbles past. But the chauffeur doesn't hear him. Or else he doesn't give a shit. That's probably more likely.


diner

Overcome by his emotions, the lord of the castle is about to assault the driver with two run over grape vines. But after these initial hiccups, the harvest progresses swimmingly and by the end of the day all the wine is safe and sound in the barrels, and the wineboer is being collected by the wineboer's lover for a well deserved diner à deux.

 

Savouring each other, the wine and the landscape, the exhausted lovebirds behold how the sun bathes the vineyards in an apricot coloured light and then slowly disappears below the horizon.



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"Wijn aan Gort", Season 2


In forming a judgemen of a wine, many factors come into play. Obviously the taste, but also things like vintage, age (both of the wine and of its drinker), temperature, the glass and, not unimportantly, the packaging. I am convinced the experience of a wine is strongly influenced by the type of bottle it is presented in.

 

In order to investigate this for the TV programme "Wijn aan Gort", I wanted to set up a stall at the Saturday market in Blaye and invite passing wine lovers to a blind tasting session of the same wine from various types of bottles. Because we're dealing with a TV show here everything, including the preparations, needs to be documented meticulously.


am

When the wineboer-lover enters the castle kitchen at the break of dawn, the shoot is already in progress. In anticipation of our little stint of market research, I have to fill four different bottles with the same wine in front of the camera.
'Do the green bottle first,' instructs camera-beast Joost. 'That one catches the best light.'


precies

On TV this stuff always looks all casual and spontaneous but in reality we're talking splitting hairs to the tenth degree. Every scene is recorded with surgical precision.

 

The sound of the wine pouring for example.
'What are you on about?' you'd be inclined to think. 'Who cares!?'
Well sound-guy Mike does. He wants to register the gurgling of the wine in the bottle to the very last drop. 'You need to be able to make out that it's red wine!' he says in defence.
The moment has come. 'Silence on set!' Richard the director calls out from the sideline. 'Camera ready? Take one! Action!'


filmen

Camera-fundamentalist Joost however, is not impressed with the shadow of the plane tree.
'Can we lose that tree!?' When the wineboer raises objections to this, a new camera angle is decided.
After fifteen minutes everyone has taken up their new position. The wineboer has poured back the wine and is getting ready for the next pouring scene.
'Silence on set!' Richard the director calls out from the sideline. 'Camera ready? Take two! Action!'


messi

But suddenly part-time castle resident, sausage dog Messi appears on set. With fierce determination the short four-legged hund makes his way over to camera-icon Joost, who is engrossed in his craft, and sets about licking his award-winning focus-pull hand.
'Cut!', director Richard. 'Can we lose the dog?!'

 

'Hm,' camera-monster Joost ponders. 'Perhaps we should shoot this scene from a different angle...'
'All right guys, let me know when you've figured it out...' soundman Mike mutters as he pulls up a chair.


filmen

Fifteen minutes later and everyone has taken up their new position, the wine is back in the bottles and the wineboer is poised to pour and ready for action.
'Silence on set!' Richard the director calls out from the sideline. 'Camera ready? Take three! Action!'
'Hang on!' camera-stickler Joost shouts. 'The sun is in a better position now! From that last point of view I'd get a nice soft light!

 

Fifteen minutes later and everyone has taken up their new positions. The wineboer tries to pour back the bottles without too much spilling, when the powerful bass of director Richard booms across the gravel: 'Silence on set!' 'Camera ready? Take four! Action!'


joost

'Joost! Joost! I love you! Barks the enamoured part-time resident Messi. 'Will you be my friend?!'
But camera-tiger Joost does not hear him. He is too absorbed in his viewfinder, depth of field, aperture and the quality of the light to take any notice of the little offender. Besides, he is not conversant in Dog.
'Cut!' director Richard calls out, sorely tempted to insert an 'N'. 'Can we lose that dog!!?'

 

Swiftly help is called in from animal psychologist Klaas, but not even the experienced dog whisperer manages to temper the advances of the infatuated castle Dachshund.
'Let me know when you're ready guys!' says soundman Mike as he pulls up a chair. Klaas lovingly picks up Messi and takes him into the castle kitchen.
'Okay!' director Richard calls from the sideline. 'Silence on set!'
'Camera ready! Take five! Action!'


proeven

But just as Joost's celebrated camera finger hovers over the record button, the kitchen door swings open and the little quadruped gallops back onto the set.
'Joost! Joost! I'm back! How great is that!?'

 

Eventually we do make it to the market on time. In fact we're early; the tormented camera crew had to twiddle their thumbs for an hour before the first slurpers reported to base.


messi

But gladly we returned home to a tail-wagging welcome!



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