|Werner was a regular at my old place of work. In truth, if Werner Herzog takes the time to visit your dining room, it may mean that your restaurant is somewhat difficult to find.|
|Werner told me that he doesn't go to Malbec tastings anymore.|
Our first stop was supposed to be the Bornard table, but there was an enormous mountain in our way. Quite big. This didn't stop Werner, though, and he devised an elaborate pulley system to get us and our tasting booklets over the mountain. 36 days later we got to meet Philippe Bornard, who was quite pleasant.
|Here Werner explains how to best lay out the cables for a pulley over Mt. Bornard.|
I asked Werner what originally drew him to these wines. "I knew that there was something else out there. A new reality. But where were those truths? I had to find them. I searched the books, but there were no listings. I went to the stores, but did not find the bottles. I kept at my search. I would go to the very ends of the world to find these wines, authentic wines, original wines." This was pretty heartfelt stuff, so I asked Werner if he had ever thought of doing a movie about the wines of the Jura. "I did, I did" he said, "but I had to scrap it." Apparently, and this is really a shame, Werner's movie in progress had been called Vin Jaune Tale, but the makers of a commercial Australian Shiraz had forced him to stop production. Something about copyright infringement. Sad.
Next Werner and I went to taste with Julien Labet. The bottles were showing quite well. "When I drink this kind of wine the very birds fall from the sky" said Werner, which sounded a lot like a compliment at the time that he said it.
|Werner got very excited while talking about wine with Julien Labet.|
We proceeded to the wines of Montbourgeau. Apparently, Domaine de Montbourgeau is experiencing increased demand. I was told that a single restaurant in Chicago wanted to purchase more Montbourgeau in a single drop than the importer brings into the country in an entire year. There are concerns that once the Montbourgeau Vin Jaune is sold out, that it will be become quite scarce. After all, you cannot hurry the production of this kind of wine along. It takes several years to come about. Werner already knew all about these problems, of course, and said that in fact, several of his friends are quite worried that Montbourgeau will become as difficult to obtain as Overnoy.
|This man is not happy about the possibility of allocated L'Etoile.|
Next I wanted to try some top flight Macvin, but the D'Arlay table was all the way in the next room. "It is nothing," Werner said. "A real man must walk to his Macvin. When I wanted to ask for my bride's hand, I walked a thousand miles through a forest to find her at her door and ask for her hand." And it was true that there was no forest in the way of the D'Arlay table, so I stopped making such a big deal about it. We walked over to try the red Macvin, which was my favorite wine of the day. Werner liked the D'Arlay Macvin so much that he ate his shoe, which I thought was pretty hardcore.
It was when we were tasting with Tissot that Werner became very introspective.
|Somehow this lake was next to the Tissot table. I'm not sure how that got there.|
Werner was tasting at the Bourdy table by himself when he was shot. It was some sort of random sniper attack. But Werner didn't want to make a big deal about it, and just wanted to try the Cotes du Jura Rouge. "It's happened before," Werner said, as he was bleeding into the spit cup. "And it is not a surprise. There are a lot of challenges to tasting these wines. But the poet must not avert his eyes. You have to take a look at the Jura wines that are around you."
It was true.
I took Werner home, but he did not want to go to the hospital. "I have been shot at with much larger bullets in my life" he told me. "You have to ignore the stupidities and concentrate on the wines. That is how we find illumination. Where is the ecstasy without them?"
And this was also true.
I went home and took a nap and dreamt that I was Klaus Kinski in a tux with a large bow tie.