Articles about some well-heeled journalist's quest for eating/drinking/smoking/owning the best ever usually leave us pretty cold, but Mike Steinbergers Slate essay about trying to drink the legendary 1947 Cheval Blanc might be one of the most enjoyable wine tales weve ever read. The best part of the piece isnt about the wine itself, a freak Bordeaux that somehow has only gotten better over 61 years or even that [SPOILER WARNING!] Steinberger gets to drink it (The '47 Cheval I drank that night now ranks as the greatest wine of my life, a title I doubt it will relinquish). Reading the essay, you actually get some feeling for what the wine is like and how its possible for a vintage Bordeaux to be accurately likened to Forrest Gump. A great read.
The Greatest Wine on the Planet [Slate]