Valentini Trebbiano, Isole e Olena Cepparello, when in Italy drink with Italy!
|Valentini Trebbiano d'Abruzzo 2003|
No, this story is not about Edoardo the wine maker and how he only used about 5% of his harvest to make Trebbiano d'Abruzzo, Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, and Cerasuolo d'Abruzzo -- the rest of the grapes he sold. This is truly a great white wine and typically overpriced in the U.S. if you are a European traveler. In Italy it is affordable and more than worth the price.
Being on Elba Island can be quite adventuresome. There are perhaps three thousand beaches divided by four plus ten minus five hundred and eight. Some of these beaches are easy access, horseshoe shaped with yellow sand. Others are rocky and available only by hiking down huge boulder cliff sides. While hiking to millions of beaches everyday I discovered the veracity of what made Massimiliano a better sommelier or wine appreciate than me. His nose opened and eyes narrowed as we walked. Often he would side step to grab a flower and smell it. "What is this called in English?" He would look at me over and over again. "What are you doing?" I was uplifted that my boyfriend was smelling flowers and weeds and every
I had an epiphany that shouldn't have been an epiphany because I already technically knew that Italy has plants that we don't have in the U.S., but when you experience the occasion it has greater impact. How many times have I tried to explain an Italian white wine being limited by the fruits and herbs that I am familiar with as an American?
As Massy and I both smelled the Trebbiano, after I said, "mint," and he said "sage," Massy concluded -- "no, it's the plant we smelled on the ocean cliff side." The one we don't have a name for, but now know that it exists. That is my story. Fingertips on the heart.
We stayed in a rental apartment in Priocca. I highly recommend it -- and the owner is Super Cool (speaks English and Spanish maybe more?), even has his own sail boat offering day trips. Stefano Damiani
We were conveniently located a three minute walk from town that leads directly to a nice sized sandy beach. We love this town because there is a great Enoteca that sells almost thirty wines by the glass, not exaggerating.
We had a sunny private deck in which we used daily for our aperitivo. We emjoyed a 1999 Isole e Olena Cepparello -- a supertuscan: barrique aged, 100% Sangiovese.
In my experience, the only way to really understand the wines of any region is to drink a lot of them. Tuscany has this amazing power that seeps through the vein of its wine and there seems to always be some form of cherry or Tuscan wild cherry mixed plum layered with a rich earthiness from tar, to tobacco, to rocks and ink. The Tuscan landscape is a world on its own. It's not hard to imagine why its wine is so amazing.
|What a feeling of happiness to eat everything uncooked and unaltered, perhaps with some local olive oil and salt|
|Another difference between the way Massy and I digest wine|