Domaine Charles Joguet
by Emily Spillmann
The first time I tasted a bottle of Charles Joguet’s Chinon, my French mother-in-law—aware of my enthusiasm about sharing it with the family—prepared a festive dinner. It was a crisp fall evening, and gold-rimmed antique china provided a glamorous backdrop for the rustic venison and whipped chestnut purée she served at her little Burgundian farmhouse. The occasion was not particularly special, but my in-laws are of the sort that easily finds reason to celebrate. On that evening, the wine was more than a worthy excuse, thrilling the eye with its royal purple color and exalting the palate with layer upon layer of complexity. I knew next to nothing about wine at the time, and this was one of the bottles that opened my eyes.
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