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Oddbins – even odder outpouring of grief


Everyone’s busy writing about the demise of Oddbins, and what struck me more than anything, reading all the obituaries, is the fact that all our wine writers appear to be from the same generation, the one with all the hazy, romantic memories of their local store. You can’t spit at a wine tasting without hitting someone who with very little prompting will happily tell you about that bottle of 1981 Grange they bought for a tenner, or how they once snaffled a case of Beaucastel for £2.95 and it came with a free limited-edition Gerald Scarfe lithograph, or how their first job in the wine trade was as shelf-duster in the Basildon branch, and now they’re chief winemaker at Chateau Lafite.

It is a decade since Oddbins was bought by Castel, the Nicolas-owning Frenchmen widely credited with performing a goodectomy, that is, a surgical removal of all things good, on the once-popular chain, notably removing all their decent wine, half-filling their shops with rubbish and just leaving the rest empty. It just so happens that my interest in and knowledge of wine has blossomed precisely as Oddbins has withered, and there are surely a great many twenty- and thirty-somethings who are reading this emotional outpouring, scratching their heads and wondering what all the fuss is about.

In my time Oddbins has offered little beyond its fairly pleasing unvarnished-floorboard-and-hand-scrawled-sign aesthetic. I did quite like the fine wine store in Farringdon, with its musty, damp, authentic aroma, but I very rarely bought anything there. More recently, and as widely pointed out elsewhere, the chain’s (over)pricing policy, trying to encourage six- or 12-bottle purchases despite town-centre locations often without convenient parking, defied logic. A year or so ago my local store got a partial makeover, by which I mean that they installed a little wine fridge that allowed them to keep open and theoretically unspoiled bottles with which to tempt visitors. I’m sure I was just unlucky, but on the small handfull of occasions when I’ve been into the shop since I tried a variety of deeply unimpressive tasters. Thinking back over the last five years or so I can count the number of wines I’ve bought from Oddbins and genuinely enjoyed on the fingers of three fingers (Craggy Range Block 14, Two Hands Gnarly Dudes, Domaine Mas Theo Coteaux du Tricastin).

Perhaps someone half-decent will buy the chain and relaunch it, and the same reviewers will rejoice at the rebirth, and the opportunity to vomit out the same tired old memories the next time it all goes tits up.

The circle game

Just a short post because I’m struck by something interesting and I happen to be on a computer. I’m at home, where wine of the evening is a Bierzo, El Cayado, which I bought from Oddbins for £8.99 after I saw it recommended on Jamie Goode’s WineAnorak blog and by Tim Atkin in the Times, two experienced wine writers with good judgement who I trust. I don’t have much experience with Bierzo as a region, but remember one – which retails at an only slightly more expensive £11.75 – I had in a restaurant a couple of years ago which got me quite excited at the time. So excited, in fact, that not only did I buy a bottle of this when I went to my local Oddbins, but I’ve got another two coming as part of a mixed case which should arrive any time now.

So I open the wine. I’m looking forward to it. It’s going to be good. But then, it isn’t great. It has none of the wild funkiness of the Pittacum (though I’m reaching pretty far back in my wine-memory cellar for that); it’s decent but it certainly isn’t thrilling, there’s just no complexity of flavour. It doesn’t taste faulty, it’s just average. So I go back to WineAnorak to check what Jamie said about it, and at the top of the page, posted yesterday, is a new post, complaining that he too had bought a bottle from Oddbins and found it disappointing.

Turns out they’ve just changed vintages (though pretty quickly after sending their samples of last year’s vintage to the press pack, it has to be said). There are no villains in this story, though there are a couple of bottles of disappointing wine heading my way.