In the midst of all the current gloom and uncertainty, take a moment to celebrate the long life of Michael Broadbent MW, who died on Wednesday night, timing his exit elegantly as you’d expect. Think about raising a glass in his memory over the weekend.
Michael really began the idea of systematic critical note-taking, which resulted in some that were eyebrow raising – two from memory would be ‘a whiff of wet oilskin‘ in a note about a vintage Port (brilliant description which really chimed for me), and one which noted a wine, but nothing more than the name and ‘tasted at xxx . On the way home I was knocked off my bicycle in the King’s Road Chelsea‘.
Tom Lorimer has reminded me this morning that the note on Gould Campbell 1983 really helped us sell a parcel we had bought in the 90s: ‘…Most recently, still impressively deep, immature; considerable depth of fruit; fairly sweet, flavoury, like a pretty child with an upturned nose‘.
Michael was not only a fount of wine trade wisdom, but also charming and funny, with a wealth of perfectly filthy stories and jokes. He will be much-missed.
It was pointed out to me this week that my in-laws feature in the Great Vintage Wine Book, with an glossary note ‘perfect hosts’ – fame indeed. (If anyone can find where in the main body of the book they appear I’d be happy to know).