Nose: Volcanic soil. Dates, cranberry chocolate wet green grass
Color: Dark purple core to garnet rim
Palate: Light on the palate cinnamon on top. Tart partially smashed cherry. Bay leaf prune. Oregano. A little gunpowder and flint. Forward tannins initially.
This is a Veronese vixen. Spicy lingering finish, I can see the drapes blowing, and the view of the red brick tiled houses. The buildings are really close together and you can hear the vespas and they whir under the window.
She keeps trying to pull me back into the bed, but I get up and make some coffee.
As she gets dressed, I zip her up. She puts a hibiscus behind her left ear.
We’re going out to brunch. We walk together arm in arm with a smoking wink and the waiter directs us to the table.
We get a glass of this wine, and it moves over the palate on the center piazza(literally). It hits as the waiter drops a cast iron pan, and the Osso Buco flowing outward over the edges onto the floor.
The restaurant’s black kitty jumps up on the table, and takes a drink, not of water, but your wine. It’s a good sign.(I have one, don’t believe that bad luck b.s.)
This wine’s dusted with cinnamon. 2 dark fruit wheels flank the cinnamon as it floats out of the glass. Your mouth waters, her acidic wit draws your heart in closer.
Here comes the food, this wine deftly slides into the tub of Osso Buco. (Dude got it right this time. No dropping the meat, we drop the meat at home all the time, so I don’t feel too badly for him)
Back at the villa it’s dusk now, and we’ve just started a fire. The bottle within reach on the table. You kiss her and a cornucopia spins willingly- gently pirouetting through us.
This wine has helped the day into night. It’s broad, romantic.
Colored firelight fades into black and white.
75% Carmenere 20% Merlot 5% Raboso Veronese
This is the 2nd bottle I’ve tasted. An Italian Carmenere? Kool.