Maccers goes smackers for Beaujolais Nouveau. Words like " caliber," "insouciant," "jejune," "uncomplicated," and, from me, "bold, ... yet unpretentious," are being bandied about (we love you, Ali). One might add, "chewy, yet unassuming" into the mix. And why not? Were festive, it's holiday time. Beaujolais Nouveau is serious business, like Peak Freane.
The Corsair rejoiced in the Beaujolais Nouveau. How can one describe it? The Pathetic Fallacy resounds in all our praise of wine. For centuries every language has been strained to define its beauty, and has produced only wild conceits or the stock epithets of the trade.
This Beaujolais Nouveau seemed to me, then, serene and triumphant, a reminder that the world was an older and better place than anyone knew, that mankind in its long passion had learned another wisdom than his.
By chance The Corsair met this same wine again, lunching with his wine merchant in St. James's Street, in the first autumn of the war; it had softened and faded inthe intervening years, but it still spoke in the pure, authentic accent ofits prime and, that day, as at Paillard's with Maccers years before, it whispered faintly, but in the same lapidary phrase, the same words of hope.
Or ... maybe I just read that in Brideshead ...
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