The name that for some wine-lovers invokes a wonderment that can be explained in words that will make religious preachers think twice about what they are selling. There are myths and they are legends and Coche wines are both.
Getting a chance to finally open a Coche wine feels overwhelming at first. The anticipation that this will be something that will show you a different side of wine that you have never experienced takes over the whole moment. You get a pour, you smell and you taste and the familiarity of a chardonnay hits you. And then panic. This is a chard. This tastes familiar and you don’t get hit with flavors or a profile that will transport you to another world. And then the doubts set in.
At the end of the day, a coche is a very good wine but if you have had burgundy and if you have had good chards; the intersection of those with coche is very high. The difference is in the edges and that is what it is all about. The wine is more precise; full and it has elements that are completely integrated and not divergent to experience that feels incomplete.
There is always an argument that what I tasted, a simple Bourgogne, is never complex enough to fully qualify the coche-dury effect. Fair. But for what its worth, a starting wine is supposed to deliver and this does. Nothing more, nothing less.