Sunday, April 12, 2009

A NEW HOME

Well, after a few years on Blogspirit, the Eat Wine blog, has changed to its address and updated its feel and look. New with more frequent posts and original photography courtesy of my husband, Francisco Ramirez, we continue to delve into eating, drinking, travel, and the good life in South America. Check out our new digs at http://eatwine.wordpress.com

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Loads of action happening down here in Chile, Argentina, and Uruguay. Look forward to sharing more with you all soon. Thanks for reading.

Salud!!

Liz

 

 

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

What's Up with the Service in Santiago?

You know the place. The IT spot of the moment. The architecture is innovative and dazzling. There's usually a view. The furniture and interior design are slick (bathrooms always are the litmus test for coolness). The waiters are dressed to kill. So what's missing? Oh right, the food is mediocre. That can be forgiven. The service though is lacking. Why is this always the last on the list when it should be the first? If it sucks, you will never, ever be back.

Case in point, my husband and I headed out to celebrate our first wedding anniversary at a new darling resto in Vitacura that has been getting all these rave reviews for being "renewed" Chilean cuisine. Everything looks great. We sit down. 5, 10, 15 minutes go by. No waiter, no menus, nor a clear idea, with all the people in black and white aprons milling around, which of those guys may be "ours". When we finally sussed that out, dinner came with no problem (including the proverbial ritual of opening the wine, that night a phenomenonal Alfa Spiga 2003 from O. Fournier in Spain we had pulled from the Cav). I wasn't pysched about the food to be honest. It was okay although the flavors seemed muted (as in covered by excess oil or cream and lack of salt to flavor correctly), not as clear as they could have been. It also wasn't totally renewed old school as it had been billed--more, I-played- with-lots-of-local-foodstuffs, which is fine, just not what the expectations prepare you for. After asking for our check (3 times and counting), we get the bill and I was a little taken back that the charge for the corkage was twice that quoted over phone (A LOT for Chile!). When asked to consult, the waiter comes back and says "sorry, it's in the system and we cannot change it". I asked if he could please send the manager. He was "busy". Ok, let's pay and go. After that experience (the night itself was lovely--it was our anniversary!), I started asking myself why we repeatedly have this experience here in Chile. It doesn't happen on the other side in Argentina. Never. Not even once. What's up with the service here?

I started to quiz people on why they though service here is lackluster--Chileans, expats, high, middle, lower class. I got a variety of answers and mixed with my own personal experiences it seems to boil down to a few items.

--Waitstaff here is not only underpaid but underappreciated. The snooty upper classes and nuevos ricos (new rich) "look down" on probably one of society's most important jobs--that of being a waiter and "serving" others (they read it as "servant"). Thus, generally speaking in Chile it is not seen as a chance to humbly and nobly put someone else before yourself but more as a less-than-desirable position that you should never work in unless you have to. this obviously causes some dynamics like: not feeling like it's necessary to take pride in your job; not putting the client first; and then you actually do get these obnoxious people who feel, because you are a waiter, they can toss dirt on you and treat you like a page. Go to Argentina, or LA, and that waiter could be a medical student, an actor (starving or not), anyone looking to hussle to make some more money. And there's great respect for them and their job.

--As the waitstaff rotation fluctuates a lot, there are few establishments that really invest in training (and retaining) their people, even in basic things like what's on the menu. The best service I have consistently had in Santiago is at Akarana next to the Ritz. Now, fair enough, the owner Dell Taylor, is a gringa from New Zealand and is on site a lot of the time. In the countryside, I find that Hotel Santa Cruz Plaza does a great job too. Juan y Medio on Route 5 has hands down the fastest service with the biggest, sweet smile form those gals. It's an ex-trucker stop with amazing rustic food. Oh, darn, the last two are out of the city. Other places in Santiago with good service: Liguria, Bar Nacional, Japon (at the sushi bar) and Aguaviva.

--The overwhelming attitude also of "what do you want" vs. "how can I help you" is subtle but noticeable. It is being bothered by a client versus stopping, putting yourself and your ego/needs aside to help someone else (who is paying you). I just read a compelling book on customer service for our own business, Super Service (cheesy title, good content), and it aimed at that. Working with people; putting their needs first; anticipating their needs; attention to detail; going beyond what's expected because you want to; ultimately giving love--and taking pride not only in what you do but how you do it. It says a lot. And you know, you reap what you sow. On my errands today, I started looking around at how people are treated each other in general in downtown Santiago in social settings: at the phone company, standing in line at the bank, on the metro. More of the same me, me, me customer service (or lack there of). Maybe it's how Chilean society envisions service and itself on a larger level--but then I get out in the countryside, or to Patagonia, and it falls off. So maybe it's Santiago. Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? (Yes, this is a referral to Ferris Bueller...)

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Mixer Melodrama

For years, I dreamed about owning a Kitchen Aid Mixer. A bright cherry red one. It was my ultimate baking toy. I thought of all the amazing Christmas cookies I would whip up, the creamiest mashed potatoes I would make. Then I realized that my love for the mixer (and brand association) had been engrained at birth. My mother had one. A wedding gift in 1971, six years before I came into existence, she gave the mixer a workout throughout the year but particularly around the holidays. She still has it (and kicking).

On this last trip to the US, I decided it was time to finally have my own. At a great kitchen shop in St. Augustine, we found a good selection of new and refurbished mixers. I was talked into the refurbished by the sales woman and then into the Professional HD with a 5-quart bowl and heavy duty motor. Hey, I was going to be using this a lot—or so I thought. Now the trick here was how I was going to lug this baby back to Chile. My husband and I wrapped her up in sheets of thin Styrofoam until the mixer oddly looked like an Alien with the mitten-clad protruding arms. Weighing in at about 30 lbs. it went into my suitcase amid clothing and a good-bye kiss. What would Chilean Customs say?

We get it back to Santiago no questions asked. I am giddy, GIDDY, to give this girl a run. A gigantic 750 Watt transformer (a 10 lb. brick which can be used as a self defense weapon if needed) is necessary to run this safely. We plug it all in and turn it on.

Bang. Bang-bang-bang.

I turn it up to the next speed.

Bang-bang. Bang-bang-bang.

No way. The freaking beater is slamming into the left side. We take out the bowl, play with the pin to adjust the beater clearance. No go.

I cannot believe this. The damn mixer is off-centered. Francisco and I look at each other and know where we erred. Did we try it before we left the store? Uh-oh.

“Oh man, what are we gonna do?” I exclaim.

I call Kitchen Aid customer support. They are sympathetic albeit corporate. Their solution is to send a new beater. Since it’s only a few millimeters off, I suggest a smaller size. Sure, no problem. They mail this off to my Mom’s house in Florida (since no warranty is respected outside the US). Ten days later I get a same-sized beater which obviously bangs some more. Now really impatient, I go through the hoops again with a new bowl. My mom receives and sends it. By now, it’s mid-September and my cherry red mixer has been “decorating” my counter for almost 2 months.

Since getting Kitchen Aid to help is a bust (as is the website), I vent to my baker friend, María Luisa, who has a 20-kilo industrial version.

“Lola, I have this maestro who can help you out. He’s been fixing my machine for 40 years”.

Awesome. I have the dato, or insider’s scoop as they say in Chile.

I call Benito, an elderly man. He takes my name, address, number, and hangs up. He says he’ll be there al tiro, that is, between Monday and Wednesday.

Today (Wednesday) at 3pm, there’s a knock on the door. A gray-haired man comes in with a tool bag and asks to see “her” (the mixer). If he’s a mixer doctor, he’s not overly gentle with the sick patient. He jogs the mixer impatiently. There’s a slight delay due to the necessary voltage converter. I am praying the brick won’t fry.

The beater is still banging loudly. He thinks it may be the bowl. The bowl is quite stiff from its newness so he cannot (easily) get it out. He rams it, pounds it, and now after a couple whacks, manages to get it out. He keeps banging around, smacking the head, and then stops abruptly.

With beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, he asks us if we have a car. Why? To drive him back to his shop in the stix to dismantle the machine. Step away from the mixer dude. A couple more flips on and off and he decides it’s not the motor. It’s not necessary to take it apart. Thank god.

“It’s off-center.” I could have told him that. Jesus!

After all this, he laughs and says, “I guess it would help to get my glasses”. And pulls out some reading glasses that seem to slide off his nose.

Okay, so if we are in the US and I can mail this mixer back and get a new one, I totally would do it. RIGHT NOW.
However, this is the end of the road. I am out of options. I live out of the country. There’s no warranty respected nor cheap shipping options. Benito is my last chance to use this baby. So we are gonna go out on a limb and have some faith in the Chilean solution. Are you ready for this?

He pulls out a huge metal file. He needs a black sharpie. Surgery, or jimmying, is about to commence. He shades the sides of the beater with ink so he can see where they are hitting the bowl. Not a bad idea. From there, he start filing down.

Try 1. Try 2. Try 10. (now 45 minutes later). He keeps asking if it “sounds better”. As in less banging? Not really. With a desperate chuckle he says, “ya’po denme animo”. Come on guys, some enthusiasm. I cannot help it. I am trying to stay optimistic here but this is looking far from functional.

At Try 30, finally, the beater clears. Benito does a little dance of victory. The beater has been filed down several millimeters (visually obvious). It’s aluminum though and firm. We wash off the ink and it’s good to go. We pass him 10 bucks, a thank you, and he’s out the door.

Francisco looks at me and laughs, “That’s how we fix mixers in Chile”.

No kidding. Certainly Kitchen Aid would cringe at this solution. Well forget them, it’s solved!

Any future appliance bought abroad will be tested, that’s for sure. I think this weekend, I will make a dark chocolate cake made with the Scharffen Berger chocolate brought back from San Francisco to officially inaugurate the mixer.

I am ecstatic.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Irony of Buying Chilean Wine: Part 1

In a year's time, we receive a lot of people with our Culinary & Wine Tours business (www.lizcaskey.com) that are very savvy wine drinkers. They come to Chile and Argentina to experience the wines in their place of origin, taste the local terroir, and inevitably, the desire to bring some of these drinkable memories (treasures?) home becomes a a big issue: Do you we ship it or pack it in our suitcase? How much we take back without raising eyebrows in customs? And if we want to buy a case, is distribution good? Many of the answers are surprising so my intention in this post is to help orient all of you traveling down to these latitudes that want to take wine back.

MONEY, MONEY, MONEY

The great irony of buying wine in country (in Chile) is that the prices are HIGHER than what you would pay for in the US. Yes, you read that correctly. HIGHER. It all comes down to taxes and demand. Chile is not a huge wine drinking country and as such, allocates most of its production abroad (around 90%). Beyond that, we have a huge VAT (sales) tax on everything here, 19%, from water to bread to batteries to wine. Wine also has an alcohol tax for wines included call ILA at another 16%. Grand total in taxes on a bottle of wine? 36%.

So why is this not the case if you are buying stateside? Wineries are able to export at what they call FOB (Freight on Board). FOB is the wholesale cost of wine without any taxes, tariffs, or third party mark-ups. Since the US has a free trade agreement with Chile, basically the cost structure breaks down to:
-FOB (cost of wine)
-Shipping
-Any third party margin (importers, distributors, wine shops)
-State sales taxes (ranging from 6-8.5%)

All of this however is still the same or LESS than that 36% we pay here.

I have to admit, when I was in California in July, I was blown away by how cheap Chilean wines were. At Trader Joe's in Napa, I found Don Melchor 2005 for US$40 (US$85 at Concha y Toro winery in Chile). They also had Clos Apalta at US$65 in various wine shops whereas at the winery we visit frequently, I can get it at "discount" for US$115. Continuing my laundry list of how much cheaper Chilean wines are in the US, Costco buys around 70% of Montes winery's Montes Alpha line which retails for US$13. Price at winery? Depending on the exchange rate, US$14-15. My favorite wines, red and white respectively, Almaviva and Sol de Sol Chardonnay, can be acquired online at Wine Exchange (www.winex.com) for US$75 for the blockbuster 2005 vintage (hand of winemaker extraordinaire Tod Mostero) and Sherry Lehman in New York for US$21 plus shipping. Price at winery (wholesale) here? US$120 and US$30, respectively. My Dad just called me yesterday, excited to have found this tiny boutique jewel, Neyén 2004 (sold out in Chile) at the State Store on Harrisburg Pike in my hometown Lancaster, PA. Go figure.

My advice is that if there is a special vintage or collector's item (like Neyen's limited edition Syrah or the impossible-to-procure Carmin from Concha y Toro), grab it. Or buy it in Chile to enjoy and drink while here. There is something magical about drinking wines in their place of origin with the local food. However if you are seriously stocking your cellar after a trip here, or want to acquire some good bottles, my suggestion is to find the distributor or importer and buy/ship the case.

That's the real skinny on buying wine here. Even working in the industry, it seems counter intuitive to bring home Chilean wine from the US. (Yes, I do it. At least with Almaviva). Next part to cover how to get it back once you commit to buying it while traveling. There are some tried and proven tricks to make it stress free.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Diary of a Foodie: Chile Mestizo Episode

Geez, it has been a while since I posted! I hope you all accept my apologies for being flaky about writing, although I acknowledge much had to do with schedule issues (read: being crazy  busy). I promise to be more diligent with keeping this all up-to-date.

I wanted to give a heads up though about a great show airing in the US on PBS: The Diary of a Foodie. The Chile episode, called Chile Mestizo, is presently broadcasting across the US. It’s an episode rather dear to my heart since I was brought in to collaborate as a fixer and host. It was a phenomenonal learning and sharing experience, and the filming brilliantly captures the depth and richness of the local flavors and “terruño”, terroir in Spanish, (sense of the place loosely speaking). And yes, the crab pie with Doña Zuni IS that good! All the artisans in the program are truly the guardians of cuisine and culture down here and this show rightfully honors/salutes them. I feel so privileged to live here and know all of them! 

Here’s the link to the preview to check it out: http://www.gourmet.com/diaryofafoodie/season2/season2?cur...   From what I understand, you can download it on iTunes in the future. Please let me know if you catch it on PBS! Buen provecho...

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

When and Where Wine is Not Appropriate: Tropical Brazil

Okay, I will admit that there are times when wine just won't fit the bill and can not even be vaguely tempting. There is nothing wrong with the concept of it but it just doesn't jive with the moment nor the place. It is like eating ice cream on a snowy mid-January afternoon on a bench in New York's Central Park; while you could (in theory), it doesn't quite work and most importantly, the enjoyment derived is simply not the same.

My husband and I recently experienced this unusual phenomenon on our honeymoon in Northeast Brazil. If you will, back up to two weeks ago; to exactly 2 hours prior to departure. Amid suitcases, I was in a tizzy upon realizing that we wouldn't have some "acceptable" wine to drink while on our honeymoon; especially having spent time in Brazil and knowing that wine tends to be (overall) of the mediocre level and quite pricey  due to a 100% tax mark-up (exception: best restaurants and wine shops in Sao Paulo have outstanding selections). So I bubble-wrapped two bottles of bubbly (Chandon's delicious Baron B Unique 2001 from Mendoza and Veuve Cliquot) and two reds (Almaviva's EPU 2001 from Maipo, Chile and O. Fournier's AlfaSpiga a gorgeous tempranillo from the Ribuera del Duero, Spain) and put them in our carry-on (liquids ban mostly lifted on most South American flights, fyi). Okay, we can go now. We are armed (with wine).

Upon landing in Fortaleza in Northeast Brazil and proceeding to our first destination, Jericoacoara, in addition to the pristine beaches and sugar-white sand dunes, we hit a wall of heat and humidity that would remain constant through our final destination of Sao Luis, 1,100 kilometers up the Atlantic coast. With 100% humidity and temperatures hovering around 34 C all day every day, we quickly realized that wine of any sort, even a crisp, chilled Sauvignon Blanc wouldn't cut the midday heat. The only remedy was an ice cold beer--and may I add, beer has NEVER hit the spot like that! At night, still sweating and wanting to samba or get down to the forró music, cairpirinhas seemed a better sipper for a lively and limey buzz. So our days went: 600ml of beer at lunch (promptly sweated out as I never got close to a buzz); and 2-3 caipirinhas at dinner. It was just too hot and humid; and it wasn't the local culture. When in Rome...or Brazil in this case.

So our wines made this epic journey through lagoons, beaches, jungles, sand dunes, 4x4s on rough (or non-existent) roads, boat excursions in Lencois Maranhenses and we looked over with a tenderness like one's children (how would the heat effect them when we couldn't refrigerate them? They had to go up front in the A/C, yadayadayada). And after all that fussing, only one night did we crack open the Chandon with some totally non-Brazilian crepes, which was a delicious treat. But we never found the right moment for the champagne (after all the camaroes and peixe I had become fixated on having it with some cold water seafood, more specifically, 2 dozen tiny Chilean Pacific oysters). We never hit the reds either. So they came home with us in the suitcase and are now resting in the cav with their brother/sister wines.

Lessons learned? Go with the local (beverage) culture, definitely pack lightly and if you really, REALLY want to take some wine, take one bottle, not four. But as they say in Brazil, TUDO BEM.

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

BA is smoke free

medium_no-smoking.jpgWell, back from BA on a recent business trip, I could hardly believe this shocker: BA is smoke free, that is the restaurants, bars, and (cough) even cafés. For years, I always contemplated and experienced BA and its culture through a lingering, thick haze of nicotine and smoke. Espressos with no fags? unthinkable. A fernet-cola without a puff? not doable. Dancing at milongas until the wee hours without cigs. I'll stop now. It was city where I was once told by a friend who was a pack-a-day die hard smoker that as a "non smoker", I had no right to complain (of the smoke). Hence, as you can see, it came a total surprise when Ley 1799 enforcing the non-smoking law, went into effect in October. Perhaps for me it was a Hallelujah, arriving to bed not smelling like a stale cigarette but I wondered how BA would continue to function. Somehow it has and the law is even being enforced (something that did not happen in Santiago when they recently tried to pass a similar decree). One word of advice though: hold your breathe walking out the door; the cigarette fiends gather rain or shine outside the local to get their fix. But fair is fair I suppose.

 

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Is that a “horse” in my wine?

medium_smile.jpgI asked this somewhat grotesque wine question at a dinner party not long ago, although my intentions were quite innocent; I simply wanted to understand why more and more I was running across these somewhat jarring “mousey”, “poopy”, “sweaty saddle” or “barnyard” smells in Chilean and even Argentinean wines on a regular basis. Wasn’t that a “European” wine characteristic like in many Southern Rhone wines or Bordeauxs? Although some fruit aromas still persisted, they seemed to be shrouded in what could be called a manure-esque earthiness. “Liz”, said a winemaker friend across the table, “these leathery or earthy, sweaty notes are very common in European wines and add complexity in small concentrations. It’s caused by a natural yeast known as Brettanomyces.” Oh, what he meant to say was, in wine geek parlance, “it’s “Brett”. So why are they (deliberately?) appearing in New World wines here in Chile?

Fast forward to this past Friday evening, we pull a bottle of our house wine from the cellar, a Paul Bruno 1999 Cabernet-Carmenere from Viña Aquitania from the Maipo Valley. I am anxious to see how it will pair with my achiote-garlic rubbed flank steak, roasted baby potatoes and a watercress salad. To my utter dismay, upon opening it, there it is again, damned Brett…the barnyard in its full stinky galory (note: this is the second bottle in this case like this!).

What is Brett anyway and how does it “get” in wine and transform it, from leathery to pig-sty-esque?? Brett could be classified as a spoilage yeast where in most wineries it is controlled by carefully using sulfur dioxide during the barrel aging process. A couple winemaker friends seemed to imply that the increasing appearance of Brett in Chilean wines could be due to tendency to employ more European styles of vinification such as natural yeast fermentation, minimal intervention and sulphuring, and higher pH levels, all to produce more pure expressions of the grape, especially for higher quality wines with special vineyards. So if we have a European (or trained) winemaker does that make Brett more likely? To what extent is Brett acceptable?

Just to egg the debate on, I question is if Brett is truly an expression that adds to complexity or does it actually blur the wine lines confusing consumers about the grape and its regional distinctions (including wine geeks like myself). In my (limited) experience, I guess, like everything in wine, it all boils down to one's own taste. I can remember some great left bank Bordeauxs with that musty, saddle component that added depth to the wine, but then as of late, I have come more across its “crappy” counterparts. Hmm…the only way to really come to any conclusion then is to keep on tasting.

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Monday, September 18, 2006

Feliz 18: Empanada and BBQ mania

Ahhh, the smell of meat grilling. Santiago has gone up in a big cloud of smoke--from the carbon on the grills that is. Today is Day 4 of the 5-day Independence Day long weekend here in Chile; today being the actual Independence Day, September 18. Festivities commenced at noon on Friday with a mass exodus of residents (only about one million people) towards the coast and countryside. Chileans celebrate the "18", which coincides usually with the beginning of nicer spring weather (note: out my window  here in Santiago it is cloudy and about 58F) usually in the form of the social ritual known as the asado, or barbeque. Not to be confused with the North American equivalent, here gas grills are not an acceptable form of fuel (only mesquite wood) and no hamburgers or hot dogs are permitted. The fare is strictly meat: steak, chorizo, pork spareribs, meat skewers, and the ubiquitious empanadas de pino (meat), all washed down by cheap wine, beer, or even more traditional, grape cider known as chicha. Salads may make an appearance depending on the venue but vegetables tend to be sidelined this weekend.

If going the private route, with friends or family, asados are a full day drinking and eating engagement starting at lunch and lasting all afternoon (after all, it does take several drinks to get the fire going). Party goers then head for the fondas (nap optional in between), public venus organized with live typical music, folkloric dancing like Cueca and later in the night cumbia, and of course, more food and drink (same asado style, this never changes the whole weekend). The fondas during the day tend to be more family-oriented with rodeos in the rural communities with the Chilean cowboys (huasos), traditional games like kite flying, and more food. The 18 is a time to relax, be with friends and family, and well, stuff yourself. This is by far the busiest  time of the year for empanada bakeries, butcher shops, and artesian chicha producers.

Having just returned from several days in the Colchagua Valley (wine country but also a very traditional rural area) from a tour de force of wine tastings my significant other (who is Chilean) and I decided to pass on the festivities and just chill out and relax these days. Not a bad idea--and according to the nutritionist on the evening news who gave a rough overview of the caloric values of these traditional foods and beverages, we probably saved ourselves easily 20,000 calories, or about 6 pounds. Let me translate that for those of you who are gym goers like myself, roughly 35 hours of rigorouos exercise. Hmmm...

But then again, it is the 18 after all...maybe tomorrow we will give in and have just one homemade empanada. Being patriotic counts for something I suppose!

However you decide to celebrate, Feliz 18!!!

 

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Saturday, September 02, 2006

Old grapes Find New World (Financial Times)

 

Perusing the international online newspapers yesterday, I found this intriguing (back) article from the Financial Times by Andrew Jefford on a topic close to my heart—and neck of the woods: Argentinean Malbec. I was particularly excited to read about them highlighting some of our favorite producers in Mendoza like Fabre Montmayou, Alta Vista, and Enrique Foster. These are all great examples of expert winemakers in the Malbec material with balanced wines with character (perhaps they only forgot to mentioned Montmayou’s legendary, Le Gran Vin, one of Argentina’s Malbec “references”). We also would add to the list Angel Mendoza, winemaker and “evangelist” of terroir in Eastern Mendoza, Lunlunta. His Pura Sangre puts Malbec in a specific place and makes you wonder why Appellations and a regimented DOC have not caught on in South America (yet)!! It is worth scouring out these gems. They have personality; they have something to say; they are well made and balanced; and as Jefford mentions, they suffered a “sea” change from their Northern cousins—but in that they came into their own—and I will take them that way!!  Please read on!

 

Old grapes find the New World

By Andrew Jefford

Published: August 19 2006 03:00 | Last updated: August 19 2006 03:00

For some grape varieties, the equator is a mirror. Their southern-hemisphere persona reflects the northern original, albeit with a few tweaks in volume and pungency. Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, Muscat and Sauvignon Blanc are all, once installed under the southern cross, plainly recognisable from their passport photographs.

For other grape varieties, by contrast, the equator is a prism. The south does something different to them; they suffer a sea-change and almost always into something richer and stranger than their northern selves. Australian Shiraz is mostly unrecognisable when compared to the lean beast that prowls the hill of Hermitage; Sémillon and Chenin Blanc, too, sprout new personalities under a southern sun. And as for Argentine Malbec . . .

Back in France this grape is a kind of odd-job red, popping up in regions as disparate as Cabardès, Bordeaux and Anjou and assuming a wide variety of aliases (such as Auxerrois and Côt). Only on the gravel terraces of Cahors does it achieve greatness: dark, inky wines with a rugged chin line and a markedly ferrous note, as if each bottle contained a teaspoon of iron filings. Elsewhere, it's a grouchy stiffener.

It was imported to Argentina in the mid-19th century and flourished in the desert oasis of Mendoza, the source of 70 per cent of the country's wine (and 90 per cent of its wine exports). Familiarity bred contempt: 30,000 hectares of old-vine Malbec were torn up in the 1960s and 1970s, when Cabernet was thought to be the coming red. Cabernet does indeed perform well here and the two varieties blend happily, yet few doubt now that Mendoza Malbec is that most precious of national viticultural assets: a world original.

Its quality potential is impressive. Might it one day produce the most complex and food-friendly red wines in the southern hemisphere? There's a chance. The best combine a soaring fruit line with a distinctively perfumed, violet note. The fact that they are high-grown (many of Mendoza's vineyards would, if resited in Wales, top Snowdon) means cool nights, lending their plum fruit a vivacious acid balance. They may find it hard to match the sweet, glossy seduction of Chile's top reds but in terms of extractive interest - an earthy, textured bass to balance out the melodic fruit line - the finest have few southern-hemisphere peers. With food, it is those earthy, chewy flavours that tend to lend ambitious red wines their dignity and grandeur.

Not all southern-hemisphere Malbecs are successful; weaker Argentinian examples rely too much on dry oak tannin rather than sweet grape tannin and the variety's high-yielding contentment under the Andean snows mean that some wines are hollow or lack those precious bass notes. Almost none have the mineral-metallic note of Cahors. And their pricing is amusingly inconsistent. In the blind tasting I organised for this article (joined by non-professional tasters), one of the most universally liked wines cost just £5.95 and the two top wines were both under £10, whereas the tasting included a number of wines at more than £15. (It should be noted that some of the most ambitious Argentine Malbecs are not yet available in the UK, including Michel Rolland's Val de Flores and Californian consultant Paul Hobbs' Cobos.)

The two producers who seem to have succeeded best with the variety share a Bordeaux background. Hervé Joyaux at Fabre-Montmayou was a former négociant for Ginestet, a man who was "seduced" by Mendoza Malbec into emigrating; he set about buying up old-vine parcels at a time when most were grubbing them up. The 2003 Fabre-Montmayou Malbec (Wine Society, tel: +44 (0)1438-740 222, £5.95) is unshowy but profoundly satisfying; I can't think of a better sub-£6 red than this beautifully bustling, beefy red with its brilliantly judged drinking balance, soft yet textured, its plum fruits gently modulating towards clean, liquorice-edged finish. To find a wine whose fruit is drawn from vines of more than 50 years old at this price is remarkable. The Fabre-Montmayou 2003 Gran Reserva Malbec (Wine Society, £7.95) is also shatteringly good value. It's a darker, leggier, more perfumed wine that shows some of that delicious yet elusive violet character on both nose and palate. There is more oak but it's seamlessly integrated and the tannic mass is splendid: ample yet soft and dimpled. The balance, purity and polish of this wine is world-class. Fabre Montmayou's main importer, Vinothentic (tel: +44 (0)20-7354 1994), has another Malbec cuvée at £8, from the 2004 vintage this time, which is dark, scented and brooding; it will evolve splendidly for a year or two.

Almost as good are the wines of Alta Vista, the winery originally established by Pomerol proprietor Jean-Michel Arcaute of Château Clinet and taken over after his premature death by the d'Aulan family. The 2003 Alta Vista Premium Malbec (Lay & Wheeler, tel: +44 (0)1473-313 233, £7.45) has a more aggressive style than Fabre Montmayou's pair but is a wine of remarkable dissolved energy. It's well worth making the step up, though, to the 2004 Alta Vista Grande Reserve Malbec Terroir Selection (Lay & Wheeler, £9.95): aromatically this is a more intriguing wine, its scents a typical combination of plums and moist coal; the palate brings blackcurrant and blackberry into the equation, backing them with suavely ample tannins. Again, the wine has enviable balance, weight and poise.

If you want to see the violet character of Malbec at its most exuberant, try the young-vine 2005 Ique from Enrique Foster (Private Cellar, tel: +44 (0)1353-721 999, £7.76): enticingly aromatic, this is like a kind of supercharged southern hemisphere Crozes-Hermitage. The 2003 Ruca Malen Malbec (Corney & Barrow, tel: +44 (0)20-7265 2400, £8.99) needs decanting but is dense, vigorous and complete. Weinert's 2000 Malbec (Sainsbury's, tel: +44 (0)800-636 262, £7.49) is savoury and moreish.

Argentina's leading producer, Trapiche, is taking Malbec laudably seriously and has produced three ambitious single-vineyard selections (www.longfordwines.co.uk, 2004 vintage from November, £18.99). All need less oak and denser, riper tannins but the intensity of their fruit is remarkable; my favourite is the 2004 Viña Carlos Gei Berra from Lunlunta, the most amply built of the three. The influential Nicolas Catena is also moving towards the creation of great Malbec and his company has carried out an ambitious clonal research programme. The 2003 Catena Alta Malbec (Bibendum, tel: +44 (0)20-7722 5577, £25.76), a blend of the company's top Malbec vineyards, is shapely and vivacious but with an over-assertive curranty streak to the finish. It's good wine - but vastly over-priced by comparison with the wines of Fabre-Montmayou and Alta Vista.

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