The small wine region of Savoie is sometimes misunderstood, because of its alpine location and reputation for skiing. Ski resorts are the lifeblood of the industry, and being more of an après ski fan as opposed to avid skier, I saw this trip as a great opportunity to reacquaint myself with mountain wines without expecting anything too exciting.
For overall aesthetics and to give a sense of place, Joe and I were expected to ski to our Savoie wine tasting. I have never been the world’s most confident skier and did feel slightly ridiculous being strapped to three Go Pro cameras, but I think they managed to catch a few shots of me looking vaguely confident (luckily we have fabulous editors). My mother saw the post edit clips of me competently handling the slopes and vowed never to trust TV again! Whilst my ski shots should be handled with a mix of caution and bemusement, what followed next at the wine tasting was a genuinely delightful surprise.
Joe and I arrived at the ambient auberge (inn), L’Alpette, ravenous for raclette and fondue. What we did not expect was to be given a Top Gear-esque envelope requesting us to partake in a Savoie wine-off. Our hunger subsided as Joe and I reached for our gauntlets (I mean glasses). I was actually extremely nervous – very few people in the wine trade truly enjoy competitive blind tasting, especially when it’s one based on esoteric wines and is being filmed for national TV. However, we valiantly did our best. I will not reveal the winner, but the mutual outcome was one of absolute disbelief over how delicious the wines were and the incredible range of styles.