A FUNNY thing happened the other night. I had a South African Pinotage that I actually enjoyed. By which I mean I really, really enjoyed it. I was taken aback because hitherto Pinotage has been a grape that I’ve gone a long way to avoid, just as I do a bore at a party or a drunk on a train. Indeed, there are few wines I dislike more except perhaps that ghastly, vinous bubblegum, Blush Zinfandel, from California.
Anyway, from the Springfontein wine estate (see Six of the Best) near Stanford in the Walker Bay area of the Western Cape, this particular Pinotage was lusciously ripe, succulent, fruity, soft and smooth with hints of vanilla and a long, savoury finish. Best of all, it had none of that typical burned-rubber…
