The 1933 Grands Echézeaux from Engel is a wine that I doubt I will ever drink again. In fact, I cannot ever recalling drinking a 1933 from any region, though the maven next to me assured me that Burgundy actually produced some gems. Well, who am I to argue when confronted with this? The color is commensurate with its age: a tawny rim with russet core. The nose is a peach, languid at first, delicately unfolding with scents of potpourri, red cherries, blood orange and dried apricot. There is a brightness and vividness here that I had not anticipated. The palate, if truth be told, does not quite match the elevated bouquet, but it is no slouch. There are vestiges of red fruit here, but it is superseded by sage and rosemary notes, a slightly ferrous finish that nonetheless has good body. As a piece of history, it is magnificent. It's not the most riveting Burgundy I have encountered of coeval age, but it is still an absolute pleasure to drink. (Incidentally, this came from an impeccable source and provenance would have played a part here.) Tasted November 2015.
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