It will take, of course, more time to put it down in proper English - at least acceptable and understandable - than, in fact, I was used in drying this bottle. Yes, drying it is the appropriate verb.
A bowl that was made to be ready from the first cup, moving, later, in a Rossini's crescendo.
Nose submerged by precise scents of Tuscany. Freshness and vitality, first and foremost, with the orange and black cherry attack, wild berries - red currant and raspberry - as well as rose petals and dried flowers. Just let it breathe, and here, to the fore, hints of underbrush, bay leaves and sweet spice, with echoes of tobacco and leather.
For the palate impressions, please back to the nose, because it is identical. Nothing less, much more. Extensive and intense sips, consisting of the same, sharp and confident, olfactory interpreters.
Exemplary grip, it excels for reach and remarkable persistence, with cut tobacco and a dense feel ferrous, to close a drink fully satisfying.
The usual, unmistakable class and precision, about the Martino’s wines.