By Italian standards, this Nebbiolo is a fruit bomb. But this isn't Italy and this wine isn't pretending it is. It both smells and looks like freshly squeezed strawberry juice, with delicate aromas of rose petal and spice just beneath the surface. There's a gorgeous purity of fruit, which is, frankly shocking, considered it was fermented 100% whole bunch. The paradoxes continue on the palate, where Nebbiolo's characteristic delicacy and power shine. The shimmering fruit is tightly laced by tannins and buoyed by pristine natural acidity.
By Italian standards, this Nebbiolo is a fruit bomb. But this isn't Italy and this wine isn't pretending it is. It both smells and looks like freshly squeezed strawberry juice, with delicate aromas of rose petal and spice just beneath the surface. There's a gorgeous purity of fruit, which is, frankly shocking, considered it was fermented 100% whole bunch. The paradoxes continue on the palate, where Nebbiolo's characteristic delicacy and power shine. The shimmering fruit is tightly laced by tannins and buoyed by pristine natural acidity.
By Italian standards, this Nebbiolo is a fruit bomb. But this isn't Italy and this wine isn't pretending it is. It both smells and looks like freshly squeezed strawberry juice, with delicate aromas of rose petal and spice just beneath the surface. There's a gorgeous purity of fruit, which is, frankly shocking, considered it was fermented 100% whole bunch. The paradoxes continue on the palate, where Nebbiolo's characteristic delicacy and power shine. The shimmering fruit is tightly laced by tannins and buoyed by pristine natural acidity.