I’ve so many mates on the wagon this month that there is hardly anyone left to play with. It turns out that even my old chum Jason Yapp is doing a detox. More baby steps really, he tells me, a day at a time, but even so.
Happily, though, before Jason went all virtuous, he and I sat down for a lengthy tasting in order to choose some seriously tasty fare for the first Spectator Wine Club of the year. And I am really chuffed with the final six that we picked, for they are excellent examples of what regional France has to offer the discerning drinker.
All three reds and one of the whites are organic. We didn’t pick them because of this — it just turned out that way. The two remaining whites are so-called lutte raisonnée, which is to say that they are made with minimal intervention. All, no doubt, good for the detox.
I reckon that if you’re taking it easy at this time of year, like poor Jason, it makes sense to trade up a bit and buy from vrais vignerons — independents — rather than from the mass-producers.
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