Australia, Barossa Valley, Edward John Trelawny, Lobban, Lord Byron, Mary Shelley, Pamela Geddes, red wine, Rockford, Shiraz, sparkling shiraz, Wine
Just what is it, that causes even the most robust of hearts, to flee in the face of a fizzy red?
Is it the frothy, foaming, cherryade top? The soft, squishy, whiff of summer pudding? the slightly edgy tannic grip? or simply just a fear of the unknown, together with a lily- livered aversion to risk taking.
Back in the day, when be-pinstriped dinosaurs roamed the earth, Sparkling Shirazwas a hard sell, hand sell, kind of wine – it still is – but that’s not because of it’s quality.
I first tried Sparkling Shiraz, in the Barossa at Rockford – early in the morning, with a large plate of bacon and eggs – and if that’s not swashbuckling enough, there’s nothing madder, badder and more deliciously dangerous with a barbie – not the doll!
In a wine world awash with the dull predictability of poor quality prosecco and pinot grigio, a sense of adventure is sorely lacking.
After a swim across the Hellespont, George Gordon, Lord Byron – ‘Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean – roll’ – and his old mucker Edward John Trelawny, would quaff foaming tankards of fizzy red – because as Mary Shelley once said ‘Trelawny lives with the living, and we live with the dead’
Fill your fist with a large one, and sing ….
“Shall Trelawny live? Or shall Trelawny die? Here’s twenty thousand Cornishmen will know the reason why!”