If you are French, you might think I'm calling you names ... but I'm not. Let me explain!
2008 - The French word ‘hurluberlu’ means ‘oddball’ in English. On www.dictionary.com the definition for ‘oddball’ reads: “a person or thing that is atypical, bizarre, eccentric, or nonconforming, especially one having beliefs that are unusual but harmless.”
We came across this odd character – although it wasn’t a human being - in the restaurant ‘L’Hélianthe’ in Turquant, where we had lunch in June 2008. You can read all about this pleasant experience here.
When asking the waiter for some advice on what wine to have with our meal, he suggested a Saint-Nicolas de Bourgueil by M. David. This particular wine is made according to the new bio-something process, which is an upcoming trend in the
The wine came in a transparent odd shaped bottle, which is quite unusual for red
My friend, who’s always interested in the unusual, decided that it would make an excellent barbecue wine and asked for the ‘vigneron’s’ address. The waiter gave us very detailed instructions and phoned Mr. David to see whether he could receive us that same afternoon. Guided by the waiter’s map we found the vineyard quite easily. Mr. David explained that he was making the classic Saint Nicolas, while his son was ‘experimenting’ with this new technique. We tasted both and ended up buying 18 bottles of ‘Hurluberlu’ and a 5 litre BIB (bag-in-box) of traditional ruby red Saint Nicolas. Mr. David even supplied us with the necessary labels to stick on the Saint Nicolas after bottling.
The odd shaped Hurluberlu bottle and bright red plastic cork.
That evening we had invited our friend and now retired two star Michelin chef J.B. and his wife S. for drinks at our ‘chambre d’hôtes’. J.B. owns a private wine collection of over 17.000 bottles from his former restaurant in
Just when he noticed that the label read: ‘Contient du soufre volcanique’ (contains volcanic sulphur) the bright red cork that we had put back in place after serving the first round of drinks, popped out of the bottle all by itself, landing in front of J.B.’s glass. Slightly embarrassed, my friend and I looked at each other. And then J.B., burst out laughing. “Yes, that's definitely volcanic sulphur!” he said with his usual aplomb.
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