Damilano Barbera d'asti
Region: Piedmont, Italy
This wine tastes like a balmy night in Rome, arm in arm with my love, warm and fuzzy all inside from way too much pasta and even more red wine, singing poor renditions of Dean Martin.
Just that really fun kind of wine drunk, where everything is beautiful and hilarious. There isn't a filter that could come close to capturing how warm and fuzzy those moments are. Where there are confetti poppers of joy going off in your chest and your stomach hurts from laughing so hard and everything around you looks like a cobblestone dreamscape from a Terry Gilliam movie.
It is an emotionally rough week, and although I do not encourage anyone to avoid reality with substances, it is nice to be able to open a bottle of wine and temporarily escape to a happy memory. Especially as one as happy as An Evening In Roma.
Rome is my favorite city in the world.
I'd move there tomorrow if I could.
WAIT SIDE NOTE, FORGET ABOUT ME WAXING POETIC!
I just went to the bathroom and my teeth are SOOOO not white! Which is crazy! My teeth are totally impervious to red wines. They never stain. But this one stained my teeth pretty damn good. Which means, you are fucked!
Totally worth it though!
Plus, uh, Wine Wipes, duh.
Tasting Notes: The bouquet reminds me of my great-grandfather's farm in the late summer, where I'd pick blackberries that were so ripe they were bursting off the vine. It's very bright and light for a red, and really lovely to drink. Low tannins and light bodied. This would be an ideal table red to have around for casual conversations or light appetizers.
Ross Test: Too spicy, not a fan.