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Mountain Goat Saga – An update!

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

I’ve been and tasted a sixpack with the brewer. The six were consistent, though I thought I could smell one that was distinctively better, I got Dave to switch them around while I wasn’t looking, so that I could re-sniff and try to identify the glass which held what I thought was the superior beer. I narrowed it down to two, sniffed again, and again, then selected…………………………………………… and was incorrect.

While I’ve had a shit experience with Steam Ale, I can be certain that there is not any fault in the product itself, and the quality control is 100% Goat. For the rancid stubbies, I point the finger at poor handling somewhere along the lines. As for the style of the beer, who knows. The Hightail is still lovely, and if the IPA they release in glass is anywhere near as glorious as it was on tap last Friday night, I’m sure the Goats will retain my business.

Even if I reckon the Steam Ale is a sellout, that’s a style thing – not a fault, the IPA and Hightail are still A-Ok with me. You have my sincere apologies Dave & Cam. Keep up the good work!

Mountain Goat saga continues….

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

I received a response to the email which I previously posted from Mountain Goat. I’ll publish it once I’ve informed them that I’m publishing what they say.  It was positive, so much so it’s given me reason and optimism enough to again try Steam Ale, this time in the presence of my mother who is a beer taster of renown, who usually comes out with detailed descriptions such as; “ooh I like that” or the alternative; “I don’t like it.”

As an update, I did try a pot of Steam Ale at the Royston and thought it was pretty darn good. Anyhow, here’s the results from the six-pack I’ll taste over the next day or two.

6/01/2010.

Stubby #1. Me: Pours well, offers bland dry biscuit flavours. Otherwise faultless. Mum: “There’s not much flavour.” Post sniff, swirl, spit.. The rest is sinkward bound.

Stubby #2. Me: As per stubby #1. Mum: “This tastes the same, is it?” Same deal; sniff, swirl, spit, sink. If I wanted something bland, expensive and useless I’d buy Corona.

Stubby #3. Before I said anything, in chimed mum: “This one’s different.” Me: Pours slightly cloudier than first two. Smells of pear and barley husk. Malty, rich creamy palate, accentuated by nice florals.  This is crisp and dry, with delightful summer fruits and florals. Sniff, swirl, spit, polish the rest off with glee.

Still no solution. When you get a good one, it’s like someone put Knappstein reserve on a diet and made it sessionable. Lovely.

7/10 Update

Stubby #4 Sabe al Corona, Senor! Ole! Siguienti por favor….

Stubby #5 As above.

One lurks for a Friday night knock off beer. But will it live upto expectations?

Mountain Goat – An open letter.

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
Hello. I write to bitch about Steam ale. Four out of six stubbies of this stuff are absolutely woeful. They’re that bad I swear they were made in Abbotsford.
One in six is okay. Drinkable.
The other one in every six is fucking glorious.
Where’s the quality control? Or the pride in what you put your label on..?
I write this not just as a punter, but as someone that’s been a retailer and advocate of your beer since 2003.
Your beer was one of those that originally said to me, hey, there’s more to beer than what’s made in Abbotsford! It taught me a lesson, infact, I cut my boutique beer selling teeth on it. Something I’ve done really well.
What’s more I drank it! I spent 40+ hours a week selling your stuff, then drinking it when I’m off the clock in my own time for over six years. It’d be impossible to count howmany of your beers I’d have consumed, or directly sold, but in short, it’d be a royal shitload. I even have the sticker on my car, I drink, I goat. If your shit continues, it’ll be removed.
Your beer was spot on. A local we could be genuinely proud of, that is, up until recently. The more venues you seem have, the worse the quality of your beer.
Dropping the pale ale was a cardinal sin. To replace it with something that’s fundamentally flawed, like Steam ale just makes things worse.
Get your shit together, please. I miss the riotous good times I had with your beer. I miss having customers come in with a smile thanking me for converting them from the dark side to a decent, credible brew, I miss slamming down Hightail pints at the Corner, thinking “How fucking good is this? a beer brewed here in my hometown that I’m not ashamed of..”
You’re teetering on the edge of just another mass produced shitty inverted commas boutique beer close inverted commas just like Matilda Bay, and I’m contemplating removing the sticker and your beer from my drink, and more importantly recommend list.

The text below is what I typed into a contact form on the Mountain Goat Brewery website. I’ll keep you updated with the response, if indeed I get any.

Hello. I write to bitch about Steam ale. Four out of six stubbies of this stuff are absolutely woeful. They’re that bad I swear they were made in Abbotsford.

One in six is okay. Drinkable.

The other one in every six is fucking glorious.

Where’s the quality control? Or the pride in what you put your label on..?

I write this not just as a punter, but as someone that’s been a retailer and advocate of your beer since 2003.

Your beer was one of those that originally said to me, hey, there’s more to beer than what’s made in Abbotsford! It taught me a lesson, infact, I cut my boutique beer selling teeth on it. Something I’ve done really well.

What’s more I drank it! I spent 40+ hours a week selling your stuff, then drinking it when I’m off the clock in my own time for over six years. It’d be impossible to count howmany of your beers I’d have consumed, or directly sold, but in short, it’d be a royal shitload. I even have the sticker on my car, I drink, I goat. If your shit continues, it’ll be removed.

Your beer was spot on. A local we could be genuinely proud of, that is, up until recently. The more venues you seem have, the worse the quality of your beer.

Dropping the pale ale was a cardinal sin. To replace it with something that’s fundamentally flawed, like Steam ale just makes things worse.

Get your shit together, please. I miss the riotous good times I had with your beer. I miss having customers come in with a smile thanking me for converting them from the dark side to a decent, credible brew, I miss slamming down Hightail pints at the Corner, thinking “How fucking good is this? a beer brewed here in my hometown that I’m not ashamed of..”

You’re teetering on the edge of just another mass produced shitty inverted commas boutique beer close inverted commas just like Matilda Bay, and I’m contemplating removing the sticker and your beer from my drink, and more importantly recommend list.

I like mondays.

Monday, November 30th, 2009
Half of the cherry bounty

Half of the cherry bounty

Slept in til lunchtime, went out to blue hills orchard in Wandin, in search of delicious new season cherries. We ended up with 5 and a bit kilos of the buggers, two shopping bags almost chock-o block. Now, we just need to work out what to do with them. I recommend the experience, not for cheap cherries (entry is $7 and they’re $7 per kg – supermarket is $10-$12atm) or outstanding quality, it’s just kinda relaxing and in a strange way, fun. Not to mention the opportunity to cook with something you picked. That doesn’t happen all that often for me. I would someday like to have a big vegie garden though, perhaps grow some grapes too. But for now, the grapegrowing is best left to professionals. I’ll just worry about selling the stuff.

Which is what I’ve done for a while now. Sold the stuff. I’m approaching my sixth vintage, and beginning to wonder where it’s all going – where to next. I’m getting tired of seeing the same wines year in year out, tired of delivering much the same speel year in year out. I wonder sometimes, what’s wrong with me.. Some of the people I work with have been at it almost all of their professional lives, yet they don’t seem to be terribly bothered. They don’t seem to mind that they’re selling the sixteenth consecutive vintage of a particular wine. Either they aren’t fussed, or they’re better at hiding it than I.

In an effort to counter this (for lack of a better word) fatigue I’ve been facing, I’ve been searching for wines that offer some sort of excitement, but perhaps in a different mould than the norm. Not wines for the masses, but wines for someone who feels like they need a change. I found one on a recent trip to the Mornington Peninsula, Principia’s delightful ‘07 Pinot Noir. I’m also quite the fan of their 07 chardy – I’m infact drinking one as I type. I didn’t blog about the pinot, because work decided to sell it. After an about face on their colour in pinot policy. Also, the last thing I’d want to do with a glass of wine like that infront of me is sit infront of a keyboard or with a pen and paper and write notes. I’d sooner be equipped with a knife and fork, or lazing about on a couch with a decent stereo playing something nice. It’s a Pinot beyond pontification.

Anyhow, post strawberry pick and in search of food, i got sidetracked. We were in the unfashionable southern side of the Yarra Valley, within minutes of a couple of wineries. Seville Hill was the first sign I saw. I think Seville Hill’s Cabernet was the first wine I tasted as a sample and decided I must have for sale in the shop. This was very early on in my days at Mayerling cellars. I treated it like a baby, gave it a good spot on the shelf and recommended it to everyone who looked at Cabernet. I was mighty chuffed when I sold one, moreso when someone came back for one. These were the days prior to my education under Nick. I’d love to see some of the wines I tried and loved back then, now, just to see what the hell I was on about. Anyone got some ‘02 Chalambar Shiraz? ‘98 Browns of Padthaway Brigstock?.. Stepping Stone Stonehaven Shiraz, Cabernet & Chardonnay..? I think they were early 2000s.. maybe some Cheery Giant Red? Six Foot Six Pinot Noir, Shiraz Viognier?..

I sidetracked again. Seems the day for it. At Seville Hill was the delightful winemaker John D’Aloisio. Humble and informed, yet not pompous, down to earth. A good human deserving of the praise he seems to earn around the trade. Anyhow, I went for booze, not for friends, the news is, I found what I was looking for. Seville Hill’s reds are idiosyncratic and a tad obscure, yet immensely appealing. I scribbled some quick sniff swirl spit notes;

2005 Seville Hill Merlot; translucent crimson; lifted aromatics; berries and forest floor, spice. ripe lively palate, pristinely clean and fresh, though light in body, powerful flavours linger. immaculate balance. a merlot i would drink? wow!

2004 Seville Hill Cabernet Sauvignon; translucent purple crimson; black fruits, spice, earth, cedar on the nose. medium bodied, spotlessly clean, lively and fresh; blackcurrant dominates and persists through booming finish. remarkable length. perfect balance. superb.

2005 Seville Hill Reserve Shiraz; near opaque black crimson; lifted nose; blackcurrant, raspberry, cedar, herbs, white pepper spice, touch of stalk. racy and lively palate, medium bodied, flavours reflect the nose, crisp and crunchy acidity, integrated tannins support. fans out on finish like pinot.

Nice wines. All light, all with a few years in bottle, but all with years to go. Power to weight ratio most exciting. They almost verge on refreshing.

A quick drop into Whispering Hills on the way out, the 08 Riesling and Vine dried cabernet the stars of the lineup.

Food was required, so we made our way back towards civilisation.

Pane di Casa - Principia Chardonnay - Mussels & Prawns in Blue Cheese, Chardy & Cream.

Pane di Casa - Principia Chardonnay - Mussels & Prawns in Blue Cheese, Chardy & Cream.

All this time in the valley had me craving a Hoddles Creek Chardonnay, unfortunately, I couldn’t find one. So I gladly settled for the girlfriend’s Principial, and cooked up some mussels and prawns, in white wine, shallot, garlic, blue cheese, and light cream; a delicious 1 pan dish, that requires only some nice, fresh, crusty bread for soaking.

A nice day. If you’re looking for big gun, overblown reds, stay away from Seville Hill. If you’re looking for something different, here’s a clicky.

Jeni Port – Sharp as a bowling ball.

Monday, October 19th, 2009

Jeni Port, independent journalist, writing for Fairfax – renowned for being as sharp as a bowling ball, and publishing articles with about as much credibility or relevance as the previously mentioned bowling ball has recently figured out that Australians like drinking Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand, particularly Marlborough. Shock horror! What’s more, she’s managed to get a couple of renowned winemakers to have a bit of a moan too, and begin the “drink aussie sauv blanc” campaign. Hilarious. These twits really don’t have a clue.

I’m all for parochialism, but not at a price. From a wine retailer’s perspective, my message is clear; if locals are producing the right quality product for the right price, I will wholeheartedly endorse the local before reaching for the imported alternative.

I don’t, and suggest you don’t ever accept a second class product at an inflated price just because it’s Australian, by doing so, you’re keeping the greedy and/or stupid in business, and frankly the industry would be in better shape without these fools.

Cheap NZ wines are swamping us, writes Jeni Port.

UNTIL now it’s all been a bit of a laugh. Poking fun at the Kiwis is a national sport and good-natured jibes at their bottles of “cat’s pee” — aka sauvignon blanc — have been keeping Aussie winemakers in stitches for years.

The joke is now wearing thin and in its place there’s real concern and, from some sections of the industry, anger.

The dumping of cheap New Zealand sauvignon blanc on our wine market this year has alarmed makers of Australian-made sauvignon blanc. Unable to compete against Kiwi savvies as low as $5 a bottle, sauvignon blanc sales for some Australian companies are drying up.

One producer, Karina Vineyard, on the Mornington Peninsula, says its sales have dropped to a trickle. Owner and winemaker Gerard Terpstra says the wine that was once his most popular is now filling warehouses rather than retailer shelves.

“It’s a free market,” Terpstra shrugs. “New Zealand sauvignon blanc is entitled to a share of the market but the problem is, it seems to be taking it all.”

Terpstra is now leading a call for sauvignon blanc drinkers to buy Australian.

Kiwi sauvignon blanc is indeed a powerful phenomenon. Never has one country dominated our drinking habits quite so comprehensively. New Zealand table wine — predominantly sauvignon blanc — accounts for 11 per cent, or $198 million, of our bottle-shop sales.

The top 10 best-selling sauvignon blancs in the country, according to Nielsen, are all from New Zealand. The best rating for an Australian sauvignon blanc is Lindemans Bin 95, which comes in at number 14.

Australian winemakers might be inclined to be more philosophical about the invasion if it wasn’t underscored by a generous tax allowance to the New Zealanders courtesy of the Australian Government.

New Zealand wine producers can claim Australia’s 29 per cent WET — Wine Equalisation Tax — on their sales of wine here, a tax rebate that means some companies receive as much as $500,000 a year.

The WET concession is part of Closer Economic Relations, a 1983 trade agreement between the two countries. Australian companies (not just wine companies) cannot be offered a tax rebate unless that rebate is also offered to New Zealand companies.

Until now, it has barely raised an eyebrow. But with Australian sauvignon blanc sales under threat, it is becoming — as leading sauvignon blanc maker Michael Hill Smith puts it — “the elephant in the room”.

Hill Smith, of Shaw and Smith, says the arrangement is “extraordinary”. “I don’t really understand it,” he says. “I know it’s got to do with a trade agreement. It does just strike me as absolutely extraordinary that they are getting the WET.”

Sales of his Shaw and Smith sauvignon blanc aren’t endangered yet. The wine sells for $24 a bottle and after 20 vintages, has a loyal following.

John Edwards, at The Lane Vineyard, also in the Adelaide Hills, says he would like to see the WET given to cellar-door sales only.

“If they’ve got a presence in Australia — a cellar door — then that’s OK. But just to be sitting on the other side and sending containers of pee into this country and getting $600,000 a year is just crap.”

Terpstra argues price and quality no longer seem to register with Australian wine drinkers.

Karina sauvignon blanc was the first sauvignon blanc planted on the Mornington Peninsula in 1984, and until 18 months ago, Terpstra says the wine was his biggest seller.

The 2008, about $20 a bottle, is a charming wine

and deserves a home but Terpstra says the only way it might move out of the warehouse is by lowering the price or selling it in bulk. Neither is tempting.

The alternative is to create a Buy Australian Sauvignon Blanc campaign. His call is seconded by Hill Smith, who says drinkers often don’t realise Australia produces sauvignon blanc.

How much longer the New Zealand sauvignon blanc juggernaut rolls on is anyone’s guess.

New Zealand growers, unsurprisingly, don’t see a problem.

New Zealand Winegrowers chief executive Philip Gregan says:

“For many years some New Zealand winemakers have expressed concerns about the low price of Australian wine in the New Zealand market, as Australian wine has completely dominated the low-price sector in New Zealand. That, however, is the reality of competition and of open and free markets, which we strongly support from a philosophical perspective. The same applies to the current success of New Zealand wine in the Australian market.”

He said that under the Closer Economic Relations agreement, New Zealand wineries were just as entitled to the WET rebate as Australian wineries.

This story was found at: http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2009/10/19/1255891769394.html