Pontet Canet: Black as a Moonless Night

Before Josh and I visited Pontet Canet, we read through some of the reviews together.  Pontet Canet has been raking in the 100 point reviews from powerful tasting and judging mouths, even from the most powerful mouth, that of Robert Parker.  I listened as Josh read through the first review.  When he got to the end, he looked up, and I said, “Again.  Read it one more time.”  After the second time, I said, “Graphite? The stuff in pencils?  It has a taste?”

The wine library at Pontet Canet.

Poetry is alive and well here.  Robert Parker enriches the wines he likes with the flourish of his language, and he loves the 2009 Pontet Canet.  All he needs is to break his words up into lines, and he could be our next poet laureate. Allow me, Mr. Parker.


Pontet Canet, 2009

by Robert Parker, Stephen Tanzer, Wine Spectator, and Annie Newton



As a moonless night.

Incense, graphite, smoke

Licorice, creme de cassis



Purity precision

Penetrating minerality.

Irrefutable, quintessential, colossal

Like liquid velvet

Layer after layer

Of weight and richness.

A tour de force

Of integrated components:

the tannin

the acidity

the wood

the alcohol.


At the winery, we tasted the 2009 Pontet Canet.  The wine was truly darker than any Bordeaux that Josh and I had yet seen.  That’s because Pontet Canet doesn’t do the powdered egg white floater technique, God bless them.  They have a more liberal and modern stance on sediment.  I also found the graphite in the wine, probably because I was looking for it.  Pontet Canet doesn’t just age their wine in wood, they also make casks from the same earth that each separate varietal was grown in.  Penetrating minerality, indeed.  

The wine vats made from the same earth the grapes were grown in. Modeled after an ancient Roman technique, if I remember correctly.

Wine tasting has a way of revealing all of the vulnerabilities and insecurities of the taster.  This originated from a yuppy-sort who was also on our tour:

Do you taste cherry in this?  I think I might taste cherry, but I’m not really sure if that’s what I’m tasting.  On the nose maybe it’s cherry, maybe it changes to figs once you put it in your mouth?  Oh, ok.  You get the cherry, too?  I mean, I just wasn’t sure, I just wanted to make sure that the thing I thought I was tasting, I was actually tasting.  Thanks, man.
As I was marveling at this guy’s ability to revise his entire experience based on a possible withheld validation of that experience, Josh swirled his glass with panache.  “This wine is as black as moonless night,” he said.

Translation: “You would not have limited the number of my days down here- these days so troubled and so short, a witness to your power and your kindness. I await the days of endless immortality.”

Pontet Canet: The Principles of Biodynamism


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  2. the theory that phenomena of matter or mind are due to the action of forces rather than to motion or matter



    “Over there, behind the trees,” the vineyard worker told us.  We were lost in a maze of Pauillac fields.  The worker was pointing straight across the fields and smiling.  We started off through the tilled rows of grapevines to the disturbingly far away line of trees in the distance.  We were going to be late.  

    “These fields aren’t Pontet Canet fields,” said Josh, who had learned to be suspicious of my listening comprehension skills in the French language, especially when it came to directions.  “Just look at the tractor marks.”


    Pontet Canet doesn’t use tractors to till the fields, they use ingeniously designed plows pulled by horses.  Also, they don’t use pumps to macerate the grapes, they rely on gravity.  And, thank heavens, they don’t waste a million powdered egg whites to remove the sediment from the wine.  I’ve unsuccessfully tried to keep my preaching and pontificating to a minimum, but the egg white thing… is the worst.  In my opinion.  

    At Pontet Canet, this radical switchover began as a collaboration between the manager and the owner based on the agricultural teachings of man named Rudolf Steiner.  Steiner was a crazy, genius, Renaissance man who not only founded a new agriculture philosophy known as biodynamic agriculture, he also founded a new educational philosophy that is still practiced in Steiner schools and Waldorf schools.  In professional educational opinion, the Steiner methods are much more congruent with actual cognitive theory and brain research than traditional education.  Vygotsky’s concepts of development and processes of learning, Bruner’s work on creating meaning with language- all of it supports Steiner’s pedagogy.  And Steiner was completely unaware of the research, as far as I know.  

    Rudolf Steiner. This guy is serious.

    Steiner was a prolific author, and when browsing through his penned works, you can immediately notice that he was a strange hybrid of a man- half data-driven scientist, and half crackpot mystic.  The same man who wrote The Education of a Child and Early Lectures on Education also wrote Cosmic Memory:  The Story of Atlantis, Lemuria, and the Division of the Sexes.  Steiner’s thoughts on agriculture seem to represent both halves of Steiner’s mind.  In biodynamic agriculture, there are no harsh chemicals used, and the soil is organically enriched to keep it productive without exhausting the minerals.  Also, the moon cycles and astrological year marks are observed and acted upon in the fields. My brother told me that when an animal dies who worked the land, the skull has to be buried and filled with flowers.  I have no idea if this is true.


    Pontet Canet is certified biodynamic, so they practice the whole shebang.  And it works for them.  Robert Parker and the rest of highfalutin’ prophets of the wine world can’t get enough of Pontet Canet’s wine.  Parker gave Pontet Canet multiple 100 point scores since their switchover to biodynamic practices.  It seems that one day, the manager (who must be a quirky, radical, passionate type) came up to the owner (who must be an open-minded, idiosyncratic sort of rich person), and proposed getting rid of all the machines and switching over to biodynamism.  And the owner agreed.  One day, all the men who rode tractors were told they had to learn to till the fields with horses.  No wonder the man in the fields laughed at us as he gave directions.

    Josh and I kept walking, and distant tree line began to materialize in the haze as it came closer.  “Look at the ground, Annie,” he said.  I looked down at my feet, and there were no more tractor tracks.  Instead, there were parallel lines carved in the earth, divots that could have been made by a rake.  A rake pulled by a horse.