When on the table you have Barolo
roast braised, choosing liquid is easy, obvious and, maybe,
"trivial", except that in the chair you meet Mr. “Citric” Beppe
Rinaldi.
I have no doubt, it's up to him,
the others in the cellar can wait.
It’s red, without nails and other nuances. Nose, absolutely not reticent,
attacking immediately with a lot of rose and violet, a fresh and clear
expression of red fruit: black cherry, raspberry and strawberry.
Formidable the spicy attitude - cinnamon and mace - and the mineral trace that
blend with feelings earthy, undergrowth and clear projections of bitter
chocolate.
This incipit leads to high
expectations buds, promptly confirmed, expressing taste of elegance, chiseled
and plywood.
The taste, electric and fresh, does not differ one iota from the olfactory
impressions.
The palate is very fresh and electric - explosing cherry and black cherry -
white pepper and marked touches of slate, expertly mixed with humus, rusty ferrous
notes, licorice root and tobacco.
As always, with Rinaldi’s bottles, good acid-tannic balance, with alcohol
never, ever felt. Unleashed and furious drink, for a refined progression, very
persistent, long and sharp, with notes of china, cocoa and coffee powder.
Respect for Mr. Beppe.
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