Sitting in this little trattoria-vineria in Grosseto. I ordered this biologic wine from Salustri, all Sangiovese, on someone's recommendation. Shan't name names.
All I can say is that Alice Feiring might like this stuff because it smells of chicken coop, or as they say in the world of winespeak, barnyard. Trust me, kids, once you've smelled a chicken coop in full shit cry, you know "barnyard" is too elevated for this stench.
Ah well, it's got alcohol and it suits the joint I'm in. Still stinks though.
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I'm probably that person that suggested to you that name. And I still feel I can defend that name, even though a bottle wasn't right. In fact I'm surprised because their wines are usually very clean and refined.
That bottle was probably a punishment sent to you by the God of Wine for being in Grosseto and not giving me a ring! Hope you learned the lesson ;-)
Posted by: gianpaolo | March 16, 2008 at 05:23 PM
Mea culpa mea culpa...Sorry, GP, I am a STRONZO.
Orario molto impegnativo...eppure non so mai se viaggi oltremare
o no!
Posted by: Himself | March 16, 2008 at 05:26 PM
so ... is that a good thing for Alice or a bad thing?
Posted by: Fredric Koeppel | March 17, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Well, we know she likes that funky barnyard thing. Don't we?
Posted by: Terence Dominic | March 18, 2008 at 11:17 AM