Timorasso Tortonesi doc Colli San Leto 2007 late harvest of Carlo Daniele Ricci .
Sometimes words have a meaning that transcends the weight and take on a value in itself.
The Timorasso word, onomatopoeia which implies the existence in life, I was always intrigued and attracted.
Maybe because it was the first white Piedmont native who studied from outside the class (or so journalists were there to understand) and was not friendly or arneis or encouraged (but respectable them drink the other, life is too short) .
After years of long distance love with random and fleeting encounters (pregnant with passion and disappointment of many) a month ago on the advice of the poet agronomy (or agronomist poet I still have not understood) Maurizio Gily I go to Novi Ligure (AL) for top wines Alexandria.
In truth I had to go for the taste (or?) Because I have a small vineyard Barbera old Casorzo I would like to put to use.
Well my character of Bianchisti brought me to ignore (the?) And barbera to taste Timorasso.
The excuse was that the Timorasso thrives well on heavy clays typical of Tortona as well as those of love and then Casorzo exposure en plein sud.
Nonsense, is that I love the pale wines.
E 'that would sell his soul to the devil to be able to do a great white wine Casorzo but I can not say to a nation of drinkers ink.
Timorasso I had a list of boys and girls.
I tasted several times in waves, each of which went out after the rain to cool ideas, and to eat the porridge that a dark figures churned out by an object in the middle between a metal tube and a crate for Great Danes.
Every time the ideas were more blurred, the increasingly unsteady step and the idea of \u200b\u200bthe highway, trucks and dell'acquaplanning I am distressed.
I dragged the glass around her neck like a St. Bernard dog with the bottle.
I dragged the glass around her neck like a St. Bernard dog with the bottle.
my converse and my petulance has sorely tested the endurance of the producers, practical people disinclined to debate pointless and empty.
Dear all but I think the second hour I was seen as a smokescreen.
I in the end I enjoyed it, I do not remember even one (one?) Barbera (two I have a vague
memory) I lost a whole day, but in the basement now I have a dozen bottles that I found difficult to Timorasso In Turin (ex).
I remember my two readers that Turin is the capital city far away, distracted and inattentive in respect of its provinces satellites, so it is not always easy to obtain even if wines made just a few miles away.
So I was and am still happy to shop enoic of that day and "everything else in the ass" (as said F. Guccini).
The case has brought me drinking for the first Timorasso Tortonesi doc Colli San Leto 2007 late harvest of Carlo Daniele Ricci (although an elective affinity that already received 15 November).
The Ricci family lives in Costa Bishop (AL) Via M. Celli 9 and eight hectares of vineyards cultivated some more than forty years.
The color was intense and it's gold, perfumes with only one month of rest in the cellar have changed for the better. Many words are made and will be on the orange wine, this wine is a son of late harvest grapes Timorasso vinified in red with a maceration on the skins , fermentation with indigenous yeasts and aging on lees in acacia barrels of medium size with lees stirring.
To strengthen my ego I would say that I had immediately noticed the potential for wine in relation to other neighbors paid the price of less athleticism smell (macerations mortify the fruity floral).
But as he says W. De Beat the grape is the grape, the skin is the territory, perhaps it is the mirror and as such is not fragile need to mistreat and Ricci had firm but gentle hand.
And now slowly photographs of terroir imprinted on the skin begin to return to the surface, but for now are pale daguerrotipi in the coming years will become clear color photos.
pale gold color.
Perfumes minerals and hydrocarbons with nuances of citrus and bitter orange in comquat pickled, candied ginger; intense.
Memoirs of icing sugar on distant scent of resin.
a touch of wet wool and saffron.
hot mouth wide, and whipped by acidity and salinity, a sweetness that is just the pause before the blow dry and invigorating with a slight bitter finish.
I liked it a lot.
And to think that a manufacturer of Timorasso told me, in that occasion, he wines like those of his father (soaked and defects) does not want them to do more, then call the wild yeasts and archaeological enology.
I disagree because now more and more clearly turns out that there are stylistically and technically perfect wines and wines with soul, I prefer the latter.
I have eaten there over shrimp with broccoli, rice and reduce the shells, curry and coconut juice.
The shrimp I bought them myself, the rest has done my wife, watching the dog (already anxious about the first bomb attacks pre New Years Eve), my daughter sabotaged.
Enjoy it. and happy new year
louis
