Ping, NYC
Tasted Friday, March 13, 2026 by DoubleMagnum with 50 views
There are wine nights, and then there are nights that feel like a forensic interrogation of terroir. Our mission was simple: trace the fingerprint of Jean-Marie Fourrier across two distinct villages, three classifications, and a handful of vintages that range from "solar" to "scholarly." We started high in the clouds with some avant-garde bubbles before descending into the limestone heart of the Côte de Nuits.
We needed a palate-stripper, and we got a lightning bolt. This flight was about tension and texture. In a world of flabby, sugar-laden Champagne, this was a reminder that acidity is a gift, especially when it’s delivered with a mousse that feels like it cost more than my first car. It set the stage perfectly: clean, electric, and unapologetically dry.
A study in personality. We expected the 2015 Chambolle to be the life of the party, but it turned out to be the brooding introvert of the night. In a shocking twist, the 2017 Gevrey stepped up and showed more "slutty" charm than its more prestigious cousin. It was the "Village Heartbreaker" flight—proving that vintage and village don't always follow the script.
This was the intellectual core of the evening. Comparing the powerful, solar 2015 against the subtle, nuanced 2014 was like choosing between a blockbuster action movie and a French indie film. While the 2014 asked more questions, the 2015 provided all the answers we wanted that night. This vineyard continues to prove it’s a "Premier Cru in village clothing."
Scaling the slope toward the higher elevations of Gevrey. We moved from the "infanticide" of the 2022 Goulots—all primary energy and promise—to the structural beauty of the 2017. This flight was about the architecture of Pinot Noir; seeing the skeleton of the wine in the '22 and the fleshing out of that frame in the '17.
The solo finale. The room went quiet for this one. This isn't just a wine; it’s a geographical landmark. The 2020 is a black hole of flavor—dense, concentrated, and regal. It managed to be massive and weightless at the same time, a trick only the best Grand Crus pull off. It made everything else we drank feel like a very expensive warm-up act.
Jean-Marie Fourrier’s "light touch" was the thread that held the night together. Even in the riper years, that signature transparency remained. The takeaway? Don't sleep on the 2017 village wines, and if you're lucky enough to have 2020 Chambertin in the cellar, buy a better lock for the door and wait fifteen years.
2018 Salima et Alain Cordeuil Champagne Altitude 350m Bio 93 Points
France, Champagne
The nose leans into that gorgeous, slightly oxidative "grower" territory—bruised apple and a hint of wildness. On the palate, it’s all business: searing citrus and a limestone-driven minerality that feels like it was harvested from the clouds. Most impressive was the mousse; incredibly elegant and fine-beaded, it carried a texture that screamed "prestige cuvée." It’s a wine nerd’s Champagne—unapologetically dry, texturally sophisticated, and a perfect palate-stripper for the Pinot marathon ahead.
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