One of the wines we brought back from a recent trip to Tuscany was a ’93 Cerbaiona Brunello. Now I knew I loved brunello, but I am only recently getting into older wines. My comfort zone and passion typically lies with burgundy or barolo, but this wine….OMG. I heard 1993 was one of the best years for brunello, but never got to experience it until now.
I am not good at tasting notes like the fancy stuff you see in Wine Spectator or erobert parker that often reference obscure vegetation, industrial chemicals, and various land and sea creatures. But I think it is really cool that they have found a truly practical application for a thesaurus. THey say an Eskimo has 125 ways of saying “snow.” Mr. Parker has double that for “fruity.” But I digress. This wine…it had delicate fruit but was full bodied. It was graceful, elegant, but with tremendous mouthfeel. I am not sure I will be one of those people who likes to drink wine so old that you have to chug it before every last remnant of fruit fades away, but i will say that a little time did amazing things to this bottle.