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Focus on our house white – Chateau Bauduc

We’ve been serving Chateau Bauduc Sauvignon Blanc at Rigaud for several years now and in 2012 it will be our standard house white for party bookings and weddings. We’re in good company with this choice – the same wine has been a house white at Gordon Ramsay (for the past ten years), at Rick Stein’s various restaurants and at the Hotel du Vin establishments.

I love the post on the Bauduc blog in which wine writer Jancis Robinson rates the Bauduc 2009 which retails in the UK at £8.95 more highly than the slightly more expensive Chateau Mouton Rothschild blanc 2009, selling at £70 and only half a point behind the wildly extravagant Chateau Haut Brion blanc 2009 for which you will pay in the region of £750. This makes a Chateau Rigaud wedding look like rather good value when you consider how much of the Bauduc blanc is consumed by guests as part of our package!

Oz Clark also had complimentary comments

“The whites ought to fly off the shelf because they are absolutely the right wine for 2011: the zeitgeist of white wine drinking – the Bauduc Whites hit it bang in the middle”

Oz Clarke, March 2011

If you’re getting married at Rigaud, or you’re attending a wedding or a party here and you get a taste for the Bauduc white then you’ll be delighted to hear that you can buy online, direct from the chateau and expect delivery within three to five days. It would be like having a bit of Rigaud delivered to the door, albeit in fact a bit of Bauduc. But I think you get the drift. www.bauduc.com

Middle aged birds are far more fun

Last week we “changed” the chickens. Our rather fat and confident old hens were boxed up and taken back to the shop they came from and five chic young chicks arrived in their place. The old, or as I prefer to say the “more mature” hens, had become birds of a certain age and their productivity levels had fallen. In fact none of them had laid an egg for several months, despite a return to warmer weather here. I realise the vegetarians won’t like this but it was time for the Poule to arrive au Pot.

The problem with the situation is that the new ladies have proved to be interminably boring. There’s no raucous greeting as you approach the hen house, they don’t brush flirtatiously against your legs in the hope of another scrap, and gone are the knowing, head on one side, glances as they try and attract your attention from the weeding…. They just hover in a nervous teenaged group, whispering to one another. No confidence, no conversation, no fun at all.

I’m wondering if there’s a message here for the middle aged sisterhood?

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