I love stumbling on a hidden gem on the back rack of a wine shop… forgotten older vintages are like familiar old friends.  These are the wines you always remember- they mark a time and a place in your life you never forget.

I had a bit of wonderful luck in Seattle when I rescued a 2001 Paolo Scavino Barolo Carobric, from the shelves of a local retailer.  We decided to open it at Sitka and Spruce, where we shared it with anyone who was willing to taste.  When you feel this good, you have to spread the love around.

The wine was amazing.  11 years old and still completely young and vibrant.  Deep red with purple reflections, I never would have guessed the vintage.  Oh Scavino family, what magic are you working in the vineyard?  What kind of alchemy in your cellar?  This is the mystique of Barolo.  On the palate a full, bright fruit, followed by long, languid tannins.

The wine was deceptively seductive- a lesson in patience, as it opened slowly in front of us, quietly revealing more floral aromatics and gorgeous red fruit.

This is a wine that deserves candle light and flowers.