Two Imaginary Boys: Pichon-Lalande
BY NEAL MARTIN |
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10:15 Saturday morning. Estate director Nicolas Glumineau is in off-duty attire, white shirt and black jeans, stubble that will either grow into a bushy beard à la Jean-Charles Cazes or be shaven off by harvest. He sits upon a stool behind the table where bottles of Pichon-Comtesse de Lalande line up for inspection. My eyes gaze upon a panorama that I have seen countless times and that still entrances: regimented vines trailing down toward the domed tower of Latour, and yonder, the somnolent Gironde estuary as it yawns into the Atlantic. The property is usually tranquil. This being mid-August, most people have decamped to the beach and it feels as if we are the only ones left in Bordeaux.
Pichon-Lalande's Estate director, Nicolas Glumineau
“Shall we begin?” Glumineau asks in his nigh perfect English.
“Sure,” I reply.
