Tuesday, November 9, 2010


It was a lazy Sunday and I was looking for some action in the wine closet.  The spicy meatball that caught my sights was a 2004 Brunello Di Montalcino by Citille Di Sopra.  I had yet to reach down the road of rigatoni with this type of wine, so I did what I had set out to do; uncork it and take it down.  With the age, I decided to decant and let the wine open up to give it the old gondola try.  I had a taste when I opened it and it was pure hell at the boot tip of Italy.  It was a spicy, nasty, old rotting mozzarella wrapped in grape leaves.  With the initial defeat I wanted to upchuck wobbly, but I came back to Rome and waited for the decanter to do its magic.  After some time I went back for round two and with this attempt I became a gladiator about to paint the Sistine Chapel.  The remarkable flavors ran wild and it proved to be a great wine after the initial poison taste I thought I was taking.  What I learned from this bottle is that sometimes you have to slow down and enjoy the experience because if you rush into it you may miss that the sculpture you have been looking at has both male and female parts.

Until the end of the next bottle....