Blend of 90% Sangiovese and rest Merlot and Corolino, aged 11 mos on Slavonian oak, deep Ruby red color with aromas of dark berry fruit, oak and herb spice. On the palate flavors of blackberry and tart cherry with notes of cedar, cacao and baking spice. Medium+ finish, fine dusty tannins ending with fruit, cedar and spice.
Blend of 90% Sangiovese and rest Merlot and Corolino, aged 11 mos on Slavonian oak, deep Ruby red color with aromas of dark berry fruit, oak and herb spice. On the palate flavors of blackberry and tart cherry with notes of cedar, cacao and baking spice. Medium+ finish, fine dusty tannins ending with fruit, cedar and spice.
Sep 20th, 2023
Drinkable Montepulciano, enjoyed with Red Snapper at Countryside, Naples, FL
Drinkable Montepulciano, enjoyed with Red Snapper at Countryside, Naples, FL
Mar 28th, 2026
My 300th post. Not an incredible wine. A bit of tar on the nose. Tart cherries and a little too metallic. However, it takes me back to our time in Montepulciano. We are eating cacio e pepe pizza, with pecorino and honey. There's a picture of Jack Nicholson and the owner of the restaurant on the wall. The same owner comes to our table to see how we're enjoying our food. A big, jolly man. He is eyeing my red flannel shirt, and he asks me to stand up as he's feeling my sleeve with his fingers. "What is this?", he asks. Says I, "It's flannel." "Flannel..." he says, searching for words. "It's... magnificent!"
He embraces me. We hold each other for a longer amount of time than Americans typically would. I just go with it. I'll never forget him, and I wonder if he still thinks of me.
Listening to the Pogues
My 300th post. Not an incredible wine. A bit of tar on the nose. Tart cherries and a little too metallic. However, it takes me back to our time in Montepulciano. We are eating cacio e pepe pizza, with pecorino and honey. There's a picture of Jack Nicholson and the owner of the restaurant on the wall. The same owner comes to our table to see how we're enjoying our food. A big, jolly man. He is eyeing my red flannel shirt, and he asks me to stand up as he's feeling my sleeve with his fingers. "What is this?", he asks. Says I, "It's flannel." "Flannel..." he says, searching for words. "It's... magnificent!"
He embraces me. We hold each other for a longer amount of time than Americans typically would. I just go with it. I'll never forget him, and I wonder if he still thinks of me.
Listening to the Pogues
Mar 14th, 2026
Rich, smooth, vanilla notes.
Rich, smooth, vanilla notes.
Feb 11th, 2026
Earthy, tannic, dark fruit. Fairly easy drinking
Earthy, tannic, dark fruit. Fairly easy drinking
Apr 2nd, 2023
Montepulciano, Siena, Tuscany, Italy
