There is a mythic power that surrounds the Nebbiolo grape. What is is about the lovely, perfumed fingers that dance up out of the glass- delicate, aromatic and elegant? From where is this innate power, this live-wire of acidity and violent assertiveness, delivered? I have been reading an awesome book called Barolo, given to me by one of the most inspiring people I know. The novel chronicles one man’s journey as grape-picker for the great Luciano Sandrone. I can’t help but see the parallels in my own life- my discovery of Italian wine has been a journey of self-revelation as well.
These are wines that facilitate this kind of introspection, this kind of awe. Mysterious, alluring, omnipotent. Nebbiolo.