Hochar, who became almost if not more famous than his wines, would say that the Cabernet is the skeleton; the Carignan, the flesh and the Cinsault the perfume. It was one of the many sayings that the dapper bon viveur enjoyed trotting out.
He also loved telling anyone who would listen that ‘my best reds are my whites’ implying that he believed his Chateau white, a blend of indigenous Merwah and Obeideh grown on the sea-facing foothills of Mount Lebanon, were even more complex than his reds. Oxidative and lush, with notes of ripe citrus and honey, overlaid with almonds and brioche, it has a remarkable capacity for aging and developing a wonderful complexity.
There is also a Chateau rosé, but be warned, it’s no whispering angel. More orange than any shade of pink, it is truly one for the aficionados and probably the most ‘difficult’ wine of the Chateau trio. The first time I drank it was in 2014 with Mondo Vino filmmaker, Jonathan Nossiter, overlooking Batroun Bay in North Lebanon. My tasting note read “it is as if someone smoked a Cohiba over a punnet of strawberries while sitting a leather upholstered Jensen”.
Serge Hochar died in a swimming accident in Acapulco on New year’s Eve 2014. He was 75. A dramatic death under the Pacific sky was arguably a fitting end for a man who lived an epic life. His protégé Tarek Sakr makes the wines according to the traditional formula and the latest vintage, the 2018 (the wines are released after seven years) is showing beautifully with cherries and strawberries dominating a wine which Hochar Serge would have called a newborn baby.
One thing is certain; they age with grace, elegance and character and that is why collectors love them.