Dried sex on the sheets forcing brash minerality into an arm-wrestle with copious infantile fruit. Bitter round root and bicycle tire defend tart strawberry rhubarb against funk-ridden simplicity screaming for decadent marinara and fennel sausage. A light, simple red fairly knotting itself with complexity. An unhinged mouthful with any meal but not for the faint-of-funk.
2015 CANTINA DI SOLOPACA Aglianico Beneventano IGP Italy 12.5
Stephen McConnell 