What do you get when you ask a sandy, sea-view 50/50 alicante/syrah IGT from a weird corner of Tuscany to sit and think about what it’s done for 13 years? You get a sediment-thick melange of antique rubber tire, mounds of runny tapenade on smoked ham and all the burnt spice and saline leather you can handle–all cast against blood-orange preserves, grass-stains on sweaty skin, a bruised nectarine remnant and ridiculous tannin polished out into liquid crystal that trickles down the back of your throat and drips into the abyss.
2005 POGGIO ARGENTIERA ‘Finisterre’ IGT Toscana Maremma Italy 14.0
Stephen McConnell 