The first I met Brunello was
almost 10 years ago. Me and my friends were staying near San Gimigniano for a
week, bathing in Tuscan culture (Florence , Siena , Lucca , Pisa …). We had reserved a
couple of days to car tour along some small vineyards and villages, to taste a
few Chianti and ham and cheese, to feel the flavour of the country side.
Montalcino was a surprise – and it’s wine a wonder. We decided to buy out a few
cases from the old cellar – getting them through customs and the plane was a
funny challenge.
But, now, every time I see it in
the menu of a nice Italian restaurant, I think of those days, under a shy
February Sun, enjoying this wine in a rock, old, cellar. And when I taste it,
though in such a different place, I marvel myself at the tender, sensitive
fumes of this great wine, how it is sweet and delicate but still able to leave
a strong imprint and signature in my mount. This is my first choice for a fine
and delicate pasta entrée. Will you agree with me?
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