Wine-tasting in Chablis

Reluctant to leave Burgundy without doing at least one wine-tasting, we took a drive to Chablis – an easy 15km from Auxerre, and of course the home of the appellation Chablis. You drive past vineyards and through several wine villages to get there, and it’s all very picturesque.

Rue des Moulins, just off the main square of Chablis town
Rue des Moulins, just off the main square of Chablis town

Chablis is affluent, they say, because the world loves its wine. According to the wine négociant (merchant) who devoted nearly an hour of his time to us, in a spectacular 13th-century cellar in Rue des Moulins, just off the main square, its popularity is down to three things: firstly, Chablis is an easy name that everyone can pronounce; secondly, its small area and limited production of only 40 million bottles per year makes it relatively rare in comparison, say, to Bordeaux or Champagne; and thirdly, it’s agreeably light and easy to drink.

The entrance to the 13th-century cellar where we tasted Chablis...
The entrance to the 13th-century cellar where we tasted Chablis…
... and the interior
… and the interior

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3 more Chablis facts:

* Chablis is always 100 percent from the chardonnay grape, unlike in some other countries where you can call a wine a chardonnay if it contains a certain percentage of that grape: 65 percent in California, we hear, or 55 percent in Australia.

* Chablis gets its distinctively dry, pure and mineral-y character from a unique terroir that contains a subsoil layer of fine, fossilised oyster shells known as Kimmeridgian clay, after Kimmeridge Bay in England.

* Officially regulated in 1938, Chablis comes in four different levels, described as: Petit Chablis, Chablis, Premier Cru and Grand Cru. At the cellar, prices ranged from around €11; we took away a Premier Cru (2015) and a Grand Cru (2008) for about €20 and €40 respectively. As it happens, we both definitely preferred the first one to the second one when we opened both bottles to enjoy with oysters on the rocks at Cancale (in Brittany) a week later.

* If you don’t like chardonnay, it may be because the New World expressions of it are often so big and bold, over-wooded and generally in your face. Chablis is none of those things; it’s seldom wooded, for one thing – and if so, only very slightly.

Awful Offal in Chablis

It was all my fault, and I put it down to the wine I’d been tasting on an empty stomach. Ensconced in the sunny courtyard of a Chablis restaurant, I fancied some chicken for a change, decided for some unknown reason that andouillette was a chicken dish, and ordered it for both Roy and myself.

Awful offal; the smiles are fake
Awful offal; the smiles are fake

Bad mistake! – it turned out to be a traditional Burgundian sausage made from pork intestines, so gamey I could hardly eat more than an inch of it. Roy did a little better than I, but wasn’t at all happy. Look at the photo and be warned – the andouillette is that phallic object squatting unappetisingly on my plate.


 

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Verne Maree

Born and raised in Durban, South African Verne is a writer and editor. She and Roy met in Durban in 1992, got married four years later, and moved briefly to London in 2000 and then to Singapore a year later. After their 15 or 16 years on that amazing island, Roy retired in May 2016 from a long career in shipping. Now, instead of settling down and waiting to get old in just one place, we've devised a plan that includes exploring the waterways of France on our new boat, Karanja. And as Verne doesn't do winter, we'll spend the rest of the time between Singapore, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand - and whatever other interesting places beckon. Those round-the-world air-tickets look to be incredible value...

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