I have long been seduced and beguiled by the wines of Piemonte. Nebbiolo, Barbera, Erbaluce, Vespolina. Foreign sounding words that trip off my tongue like rain. Now I am on my way to discovering what they feel like when uttered on their own soil. A return of sorts. A discovery and an adventure. My first experience of the hollowed hills of Barolo, Barbaresco, Asti, Alba.
So foreign and yet so familiar. Piemonte, I’m coming home.