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Call me a dizzy (natural) blonde but when I read the press release that Andrea Freeborough had won the Landbouweekblad SA Woman Winemaker of the Year Competition yesterday for “her” Fleur du Cap NLH 2009, I was slightly confused as I thought Pieter Badenhorst had made it. As must a couple of the judges, “Cathy Marston, wine writer from the UK and Cathy van Zyl, a British master of wine, and wine judge” who were at the same slap-up lunch at the Coopmanhuijs in Stellenbosch in the middle of May to launch the wine. Heck, the gorgeous, pouting PR who e-mailed the bombshell, Nicolette Waterford, was at the same bash where cosmopolitan blogger Clare Mack dinged her dong about La Colombe. If I’m confused, goodness knows what bashful brunette Greg Landman is going through.
Greg searches high and low for the Woman Winemaker of the Year
Earlier this morning, I was christened The Julius Malema of SA Wine by an anonymous commenter (aren’t the best comments always the anonymous ones?) although seeing Julius and SA wine in the same sentence requires a double take. I thought Julius drank Moët along with the rest of the ANC Youth League. But the deployment of bizarre metaphors confirms the Pinotage Wars have reached a level of surreality that ensures the point has been made. Although hyperbole and tongue-in-cheek cheeky chappie oenography does not seem to have too many followers in the vinous blogosphere.
Nice to see the blind v. sighted wine guide cudgels have been taken up by Tim Cohen, one of the smartest journos in the SA moshpit, with yet another skirmish in the Platter Wars. His position is sound, although fans of the late, great William S Burroughs would probably disagree with the statement “[Pendock] might be called a maverick except that he has been around as long, if not longer than, the non-mavericks.” Since when do mavericks have sell-by dates?
Anyway, the coiner of the Julius bon mot requires me to get back to my knitting (assume he missed this morning’s golem stuff), so some more on the female imperative in SA wine, continuing the Simonsberg Mountain of Women riff.
Brighid's Cross
