You will be dismayed to hear it, but sometimes, we drink and enjoy a bottle of wine, but the review that is consequently due here at the Wine Rambler is moved a little down-schedule at first and later lost sight of. This is what happened to this bottle of a rather unusual German summer wine. I do feel a little guilty about it now that the leaves are already falling and - oh no, not so soon! - Oktoberfest has started here in Munich. But since it's much nicer to reminisce about summer days gone by and nice Scheurebe from Franken than to face the thought of the vomit-coated subway trains I may have to ride on in the coming two weeks, it is actually good to have kept this one for later.
So Scheurebe, Franken, winery with silly name - speak, notes:
A typical Scheurebe nose, and that is probably best, if a little unfairly, described as a germanic version of Sauvignon Blanc: Lime, gooseberry, cassis, green leaves that you have ground between your fingers. Quite expressive (say my notes).
Robust, crackling acidity then rips through your palate (they say) and drives all before it, the wine's body being too slim to bring any counter-weight. Clean, straight and refreshing, but not quite as complex and interesting as the the smell seems to promise, this wine is for those who have no problem with the more steely type of white and are looking for a challenge.