This is one of those stories with a bit of tragedy mixed in with pile of passion for wine. You see I am at that age where I probably shouldn’t be drinking to much but I can not help it. You see Peter Logan makes me drink, let me explain why. I think I really get where he is coming from as a winemaker. I am a huge believer in the idea that wine can be good and sensibly priced, that the price you pay doesn’t always determine the quality. I am also big on the idea that wine is completely personal, that each of us like different things and if someone likes the taste of a wine then they should be able to enjoy it. Regardless of whether it costs eight dollars or eighty.
This story starts in a supermarket chain liquor store maybe three years ago. I knew the people there fairly well, I am sure I put one of their kids through college. It was right at the beginning of what can only be described as a surge in Australian Pinot Grigio (Pinot Gris). I walked in and asked the guys for a pinot gris but I didn’t want to blow a lot of money. He put a bottle of Logan Weemala Pinot Gris in my hands and said “this thing bats way above its weight, it kicks bottles that costs thirty plus dollars and its only fifteen bucks” and I can never resist a challenge like that. And he was right. I went back the next day and bought all the stock they had. The beginning of the end for me.
Some eight months later we spent a weekend in Orange with some friends while I did some work on their computers. Lo and behold one of the top listed recommendations for a vineyard to visit, the Logan vineyard. We never made it there because we had to head back to Sydney however on my return I discovered back on the bottle shop the next gem on my journey, the Hannah Rose. Allegedly named after Peters wife, she must be completely brilliant because the wine is too. Many a bottle of that went down over winter with plenty of pork, my other most favourite thing. But just when you think it cant get any worse it does.
My local pub has a small bottle shop and in it they stock the Apple Tree Flat Semillon Savignon Blanc. And here is where it goes totally pear shaped. It is only about twelve dollars a bottle, and its wonderful. So now I am sure that I am personally responsible for Peter Logan’s new tasting room. Because we down a bottle of this one almost daily and I have put other people onto it as well.
So when it can not get any worse, yesterday, we tried the Logan Shiraz. And now I am deeper in than I ever was. I wonder if he sells shares in the business. I think that this tale has a plot that I like. It’s a plot about passion, clearly Peter is passionate about what he does, he believes in it all and so do I. It is exciting to grab a bottle of wine that blows you away these days where you didn’t have to mortgage your soul to afford it. So you see Peter Logan makes me drink, I have no choice. And if I can make my dream to own a cafe in the country come true I reckon the wine list will be sorted too.
But I will leave the last words on this piece to Peter himself taken off the back of the bottle last night as the second bottle of Shiraz (we started in the afternoon) washed down a six hour slow cooked greek lamb. “Pour a big glass. We like big glasses.” Abso-bloody-lutely!
Note: The Logan website is built with out the ability to link to individual wines and pages. What is this the 90’s? Lets hope that the developers actually get that fixed so that I can point you to individual gems another day. Plus I do drink loads of other wines, possibly too many.
Just in case you dont believe me here is today’s leftovers, and there are two more in the fridge.