Isn't it great to be good at something? And isn't it even greater to be even better at something than your annoying neighbour? That would seem to be the attitude towards Australian wine in this country now that we've mastered the art of winemaking to such an extent that even
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There's real elegance in wines from Australia's Barossa Valley even in those in the under-$20 bracket.
However, Australian wine is in rude health, judging by the samples I've had recently.
The famous Barossa Valley was once home to wines of such huge flavour and alcoholic strength that you needed a knife and fork to get through a bottle. Barossa shiraz was so rich and thick that it was like jam and the chardonnays looked like liquidised canaries, with a garish day-glo hue that was genuinely off-putting.
But the Aussies have tamed the beast a bit - at least those wineries that want to sell wine overseas certainly have. These days there is much more restraint to the Barossa region's wines and even - dare I say it? - a touch of real class.
There is elegance there now, to go along with the traditional exuberance and joie de vivre in Australian wine, and the other thing to remember is that Aussie wines still represent fantastic value for money.
Dollar for dollar, the red wines of Australia offer a great bang-for-buck factor, with some exceptional wines coming in at frankly ludicrous prices. And although Australia may be famous for huge brands like Yellowtail and Jacob's Creek, all available for tuppence-ha'penny a gallon, there are also very classy wines around at sub-$20.
While it's nice to be able to say that Australia's top-selling white wine is a New Zealand one (Oyster Bay sauvignon blanc, since you asked), it would be silly and a touch uncouth to dismiss Australian wine as merely something we used to drink before getting all sophisticated and growing out of it.
There are so many Aussie wines out there that are just crying out to be noticed and which offer such immediate appeal to palate and pocket that we'd be stupid to let the blinkers of parochialism blind us to them.