It is said that if you want to make a small fortune in the wine business you first need to start with a large fortune.
Well we’ll find out.
Okay here’s the story Donald Trump has purchased (stolen) a vineyard. I say stolen because the vineyard was worth $28 million he paid $6.2 million. Last year he purchased Kluge Estate Winery and Vineyard.
Okay there is nothing new with a celebrities getting into the wine business. We’ve already talked about Yao Ming and former Bond Girl turned wine maker in Italy, Carole Bogouet. Add to the list Antonio Balderas, Drew Barrymore, Francis Ford Coppola, good wine, Wayne Getzky, Greg Norman, more good wine, and, ah, Nancy Pelosi, but with her wine you have the buy it before she tells you what grapes are in it. Yeah, Nancy is a 1 per center but you’d never know it from the news.
But now you also have to know the seller Patricia Kluge who was once married to the richest man in England John Kluge and even though she was getting $1.6 million a month in her divorce settlement still managed to go bankrupt.
She and current husband, former IBM executive William Moses, will stay on to run the operation. Or until Donald says “You’re fired”!
Now add the fact that this property is in the shadow of Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello, America’s first wine geek! Folks I’m telling you have the makings of a great wine book here.
First we have Trump Water, then Trump Tea, what is it with Tea, Wine and Celebrities? Now, we’ve got Trump Wine? What’s next Rush Limbaugh wine?
How did the statuesque Brit, Patricia Kluge, with “great instincts for making wine”, but not a clue on how to make profit, blow through $15 million on a wine venture?
How did most of my research come from Huffington Post, good Lord what is going on?
The most important question is has anyone tasted this wine? Is it any good? According to Huffington Post this was the wine served at Chelsea Clinton’s Wedding, ah, first clue on how they lost money Democrats are involved.
I have to dig into this maybe I’ll write the book!
If anyone has tried these wines please let me know. I now have a new investigation to do!
My search for the GREAT WHITE WINE continues, this week we’re in Sicily the wine is Corvo the grape is Insolia. There is more to White wine than Chardonnay. You all know I’m a Sicilian by association, so I love anything that is from the island. This is a nice wine, not complicate, which is fine by me. Color is yellow green the nose is peaches and lemon. The taste is peaches and citrus, the finish is dry but brief. Corvo is Sicily’s largest vineyard with two hundred years of wine making experience. All of their wine is from Sicily. I’d like to try the Insolia from Cusumano who is my favorite wine producer in Sicily. Cusumano is located in Agrigento which is home to the Insolia grape. For $10 this is a solid number three in the search for the GREAT WHITE WINE.
Peter Lehmann’s Clancy’s 2009 is one of the best wines I’ve ever had. If you remember I was disappointed with the 2008. Color is dark center to a garnet rim. The nose is raspberry, red plumbs, and chocolate. The blend of 39% Shiraz 38% Cabernet Sauvignon and 23% Merlot gives this wine a full fruit flavor. This wine would be a joy on a cool fall or winter night. The wine was matured in new and old French and American hogsheads for 12 months. I went in for a half a case with a friend on this wine. If you can find it buy it buy as much as you can afford and keep and enjoy it for as long s you can. The wine is a product of Barossa Australia.
I’ll be leaving on vacation so they’ll be no blog for two weeks.
The Name Clancy’s is in honor of the poem Clancy of the Overflow by Banjo Paterson. You may not be familiar with the Clancy of the Overflow but we all know Banjo’s other great poem “Waltzing Matilda”. So to try and represent how Clancy’s describes the openness and hospitality of Australia, please lift a glass and read “Clancy of the Overflow”, which is what inspired this wine!
CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW – A.B. “Banjo” Paterson
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just “on spec”, addressed as follows: “Clancy, of The Overflow”.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written in a thumbnail dipped in tar)
‘Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
“Clancy’s gone to Queensland droving, and we don’t know where he are.”
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving “down the Cooper” where the western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.