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.
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