Allan Scott wine giveaway
Allan Scott Family winemakers have come to the Christmas party and are generously giving away a few bottles of sweet, sweet Marlborough nectar to two lucky StopPress readers.
To enter, add your own unique viticultural description to the comment wall (for example: “the sauvignon blanc was a cacophony of over-ripe, half-raw gooseberry, yet it was also slightly naive and ostentatious”), or just tell us why you think you deserve a couple of bottles of liquid gold and you could be sitting pretty with two bottles of Allan Scott’s finest (the 2008 chardonnay and 2009 sauvignon blanc).
Allan Scott makes a diverse range of top quality wines (retailing from $19.90), including chardonnay, sauvignon blanc, riesling, merlot, an award-winning pinot noir and a sparkling sauvignon blanc, and you can get your hands on the good stuff at leading supermarkets and Glengarry stores nationwide.
Rachel
November 24, 2009
This has a beautiful concentrated nose, full of waxy aromas of grapefruit, lime and lemon. The balanced palate is no less intense, yet light in body, with strong varietal character and streaks of minerality, leading through to a honeyed finish
Vincent Heeringa
November 24, 2009
[pompous voice] A cheeky wee drop!
[Holds up glass] A hint of turd in colour, wih the legs of a dwarf
[sniffs] Wiffs of armpit and unwashed crotch, but also a touch of rancid possum arse
[swishes wine in mouth, sucks in air] On the palette, it's robust and I'm pikcing up over-ripe liver spots; perhaps a nod towards a used condom and a finish that remnids me, wierdly, of my mother's feet.
All in all, delectable.
Debra
November 24, 2009
It tastes damn fine!!
Debra
November 24, 2009
Pour us another glass :)
Michael
November 24, 2009
It was, as my colleague the wine connoisseur had just pronounced, a memorable drop. As the faintest hint of its fragrance caressed my upper lip, I was instantly transported to another time, long ago and far away. War had just been announced, and we were gathered at Cousin Algie's to celebrate the passing of innocence (although we called it by another name, being young and foolish still).
Algie was shortly to be shipped to the front — which we all thought then was a glorious thing, a magnificent adventure in the making. I joined the others in toasting his departure. Little did we know of the long descent into madness that would begin so soon, when Algie encountered the horrors of war and suffered his own desperate deprivations. If we could have glimpsed what lay ahead, we would surely have begged Algie to stay with us and forsake his foolish dream.
But all of that menace was still in the future, and on that tender autumn night we remained just idealistic naifs.
We chattered, endlessly. Oh, how we preened, and proclaimed, and pronounced our own deep desire to accompany Algie on his quest.
Through it all, we sipped the glowing nectar of which this current elixir reminds me so much. We reminisced, we argued as men do about who was the most chivalrous, about the triumphs we might soon enjoy, the conquests we would surely not be denied.
And the evening led ever on. Edward retired first, I believe, followed by the Lady Ashleigh, and thence several others; until finally, just Algie and I remained to toast the dawn.
There was just sufficient of the remaining vintage for one toast apiece. I raised my glass to King and Country, and to Algie of course. Then it was his turn.
I will always believe that the rising sun had broken through and somehow offered Algie a hint of what lay ahead. Because my cousin, the bravest man I think I will ever know, lifted his glass, stared pensively at its contents for the longest time — and then placed the vessel purposefully on the mantel.
"I will leave this here until I return", said Algie. At that, he strode from the room towards his destiny.
I sometimes wonder if that glass still remains where he placed it that sun-flecked morning.
leo
November 24, 2009
Bar Owner . Make sure stock Allan Scott wine in your list.
B
November 25, 2009
Like an autumnal perambulation through an English copse at day break with a young temptress by your side, the crispness of the leaves under foot simply spring into the pallet with goosegogs, elderflower and that oh-so breezey goodness.
Is that an apple in your pocket? No, just a fine sav in your glass from Mr Scott's latest vintage.
Alan, you've done it again.
Victoria
November 25, 2009
You'll probably only get one bottle if you win. I won an Allan Scott prize on the NBR which was supposed to be a case of wine and I only got sent 6 bottles. Last time I checked, a case was 12 bottles…
Iain MacIntyre
November 25, 2009
Used to play golf with a guy called Allan Scott.
5-7-5
November 25, 2009
Roses on a breeze I smell spring round the corner To good times ahead
Sarah
November 27, 2009
Can I just say that Michael's entry (see above) is pure genius!
erin and kim
November 27, 2009
On a hot summers night would you accecpt an Allan Scott pinot from the winemaker with the red roses?
Will he offer me his grapes?
yes
Will he let me pick his grapes?
yes
Will he let me squish his grapes?
yes
Will he let me suck the juice out of his grapes?
yes
Again, will he let me suck the juice out of his grapes?
yes
And will he be thristy without me?
YES
I bet you say that to all the girls!
Jainy
November 27, 2009
Re: Victoria's comment on 25th November. Quite often the more premium wines will come in 6 packs so although you were expecting the standard 'case' of wine – you may have, in fact, ended up with a better quality product by winning the 6 pack.
Jordan
December 1, 2009
My patient partner is due to give birth on Saturday to our first child.
For me to pop the top on this delectable pair of Allans finest for her to savour her first tipple in over 9 months would make me one grateful reader, and my partner one happy mama.
Ms M
December 1, 2009
Aaaah Allen. I remember when you were born. Such a bonny wee grape on the vine. You opened your eyes to the world and, through your eyes, allowed us to drink in it's wonders. You were named after your dad. Such an honour and a burden. Oh but I see the pride in your dads eyes when he see's you in all the bars around town. I hope you can make it on Christmas day. ps…BYO sorry
Scott MacKay
December 1, 2009
Scott's – it's all in the name
Rob Roach
December 1, 2009
Great Scott, Melot as the Gods intended…a true velvet that follows through and eases away. Oakie Dockie, we've all have had a Merlot to remember but frankly I've struggled of late to wrap around the old joy muscle anything that compares…kiwi chocolate with a hint of honey blended in a golden vat ..too be sure..infused with the rays of rubies hit with Marlborough beams.
A true Corker…
Get some if you can even if it's just for the label; it'll look great in the recycling bin (musta cost a packet)
TonyR
December 1, 2009
It had been a rotten night. I'd headed out with high hopes but been disappointed twice by what seemed, in both cases, on first impression to be sophisticated, intelligent and character filled beauties only to discover after lengthy conversation they lacked passion, taste and vitality.
I was about to give up and head home when I glanced up and she caught my eye from across the room. Even from that distance I could appreciate her full and suggestive body. Her skin shone like glass. "By god" I thought, "I must have her!" I pushed my way through the crowded room. She held my eye the entire way.
I casually introduced myself and indicated we should get to know each other better.
It wasn't long before I was revealing her initimate secrets. Never had I come across anything as fine as she. Her intoxicating aroma filled my every breath as I explored every part of her exquisite body with my mouth. This was surely what heaven must be like.
I could feel the stares of the others around me. They wanted her too. But for now, at least, this gorgeous thing was all mine.
We spent a passionate and memorable night together and its etched on my mind forever. And we've emulated it many times since.
This is true love.
TonyR
December 1, 2009
Suggestive, full in the hips and aching with lust.
Ali D
December 1, 2009
I travelled all the way from Sunny Sydney to have lunch this weekend at Allan Scott winery… The Sav was excellent as was the cellar door experience and the food….
My flights were "hand luggage only" so ended up drinking what we couldn't bring home….. but we certainly wanted more more more…
Ormond Greensill
December 1, 2009
My venerable Aunt Eva, now departed, a matriach of Renwick, warned me many times of the perils of fermented beverages . A great pity that she never enjoyed the sweet nectars created just a few hundred metres away, at Allan Scotts vineyard A pleasure that she never enjoyed.
DP
December 2, 2009
Tranquility to base. We're hitting the piss. Out. Scotty (there's a Scotty on every spaceship)
Cathy
December 6, 2009
Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was here
He slid down the chimney and started to cheer
Whats this by the stockings
Not the usual gutrot
But by jove a lovely bottle, the best of Allan Scott
Removing the top he savoured the nose
Oh my it smells like a rose
Pouring a quick one – for he had to fly
he swilled it around and let out a cry
What a glorious mixture of flowers and herbesssence
It was such a shame he had to leave to deliver the presents
So taking a last sip from his glass
He shot up the chimney and took off with a blast
MJ
December 8, 2009
I was reduced to new heights by this incomparable wine which was a bit like another in the sense that it was a cheeky and reticent drop with overtures of shy, yet bold flavours which I could not quite discern, aside from being very plummy. Much like citrus. Perhaps I need another two bottles to be certain!?
GB
December 8, 2009
Seductive
Aromatic
Undeniably drinkable
Varietal
Invigorating
Golden
New Zealand
Orange
Noteworthy
Balanced
Lime
Appealing
Now (as in buy & drink)
Citrus
And why? … "because I'm worth it" ;-)
Rep
December 9, 2009
Allan Scott has done more for that underrated and oft-scorned varietal of riesling (especially the off-dry editions) for kiwi palates than most with a well balanced level of sweetness, fruitiness and acidity.
Most of the punters sipping it in wine bars over balmy antipodean summer evenings wouldn't appreciate it has less than 3/4 of a percentage point of residual sugar as they appreciate the lemon/lime tones (remember Leed Lemonade from the '70s anyone) and a touch of gooseberry (the little round green ones not the orange cape variety not that most folk have ever sampled one) or be dismissive of the homage to Alsace in style.
Me… I'll be drinking it on my patio this summer because it goes well with my sunday brunch of South Island whitebait fritters (made with free range eggs and no flour) and steamed snow peas I picked out of the garden ten minutes ago…
Sharpay
December 11, 2009
Priceless
Chris
December 15, 2009
Robust, arrogant, yet somehow quite nice.
Pls can I have a bottle?