It's easy to imagine how cultivating grapes and making wine
taught humans many things. Horticulture most certainly. Fermentation technology--today
is used in everything from bread to water purification--is another.
But perhaps most important was barrel-making. Humans needed
a vessel to move this precious new trade good with wide popularity. Someone
fashioned a crude wooden cylinder that a single man could roll around, at the
same time creating a vessel that's used now for everything from petroleum to
nails. It all started, arguably, with the humble wine grape, vitis vinifera.
Today the oak barrel--that's the 225-litre version the French
call "barrique"--is still at the heart of the wine-making process. And the men who make the barrels, called "coopers," are
the last of the original artisans working with ancient materials and processes
who still produce--by hand--objects that have not changed appreciably for
centuries.
Why are oak barrels still used today despite the end of their
days as shipping vessels? Because somewhere along the way winemakers discovered
wine barrels weren't just good for shipping wines. They found out that when
they stored wine in oak barrels a couple of good things happened.
First, aging wine in oak barrels helped mature the flavours
of the wine by slowly allowing minute exposure to air. Too much oxygen can
kill a wine, by "oxidizing" the flavour of the wine, leaving it tasting of sherry or port, not a good thing in still table wines. But very controlled exposure can ripen green flavours in red wine. (For the most part white wines are not subject to barrel aging, being even more subject to oxidization than red wines.) Also, because water actually evapourates out through the barrel staves and around the barrel cork, or "bung," barrel-aging actually concentrates the flavour of the wine. The water that evapourates is referred to as the "angel's share." (When
I head into the Barrel Room with my wine thief, my wife accuses me of trying
to beat the angels to their share.
Second, oak gave off pleasant flavours, that when combined
with red wine, had a very pleasing effect on the flavours and aromas of the
wine, especially if the oak was toasted. Today, exposure to newly toasted
oak wood gives the wine lovely aromatics of vanilla and coffee, with flavours
as disparate as chocolate and butterscotch. Along with the rich red fruit
of the wine grape, these new flavours build the complexly-layered flavour
profile of a hand-made red wine.
Today's winemakers have a lot more options for giving wines the oak flavour
profile. Oak dust is added during primary fermentation, oak chips while the
wine is going through secondary fermentation, and oak staves right in the
stainless steel tank to emulate oak barrel aging. And even that slow exposure
to oxygen that barrels provide can be reproduced mechanically with a process
called "micro-oxygenation," in which minute quantities of oxygen are slowly
bubbled through the wine.
But there is nothing like oak barrels to build a richly-layered
wine. At the winery we often note how a batch of wine, split into barrels,
all tastes the same when it comes out of the press, but after two or three
years, each barrel ends up tasting very different from the others. As you
taste the barrels (did I mention we do a lot of "tasting" at the winery?)
month after month they diverge in flavour. As they near time for bottling,
we assemble a sample from each barrel, taste and make notes about the flavour
profile of each, then start experimenting with blends of different proportions
of each barrel. This is where the fun begins. By the end of the day, our
teeth are red from tasting each different blend, but we have a recipe for
what we hope will be another awesome Syrah, cobbled together with parts of
up to a dozen different barrels. We can hardly wait for the actual blending
when we get the final tank sample that gives us the first real glimpse of
what the final wine will taste like.
After that the barrels, if the wine that was in them was clean,
are refilled and go back into our barrel room to work their magic on a new
vintage.
For my money, there's nothing that places me most firmly in a
winery than staring down a long row of barrels full of wine with my wine thief
in my hand, intent on beating the angels to their share. I think I hear my
barrels calling me now.