Dairy-farm feedlot funk as unapologetic as the garnet tinge. God what a gorgeous smell, and so many wines today are terrified to present the consumer with these nuances. The barnyard and tertiary climb straight in onto the tongue, welding a fat Sharpie of fruit on subway stairwells of fresh morning humanity and cardboard-sign musicians playing familiar old stuff everybody understands and goes with a variety of situations, not necessarily the hottest hippest new fruity elixir custom somm-matched to today’s culinary trends. Cold leather and fennel-laden bitters shove fruit-concentrate at peak into a husky finish, spelling certain Soif-death for this bottle through dinner.

2011 TREPERUNO 50/30/20/ Cab/ME/SY IGT Toscana Italy 13.5

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