The last (and first) time I was here, in 1984, Luca's father, Alfredo, was at the helm. And it was heady times. All of Castiglione Falletto was this vibrating bee hive. Cavalotto, Scavino, any number of people I visited in those days, there was building and barriques. Rotating fermenters, technology gone wild, modernity in full swing.
Happily, my inner Rip Van Winkle, upon awakening and returning, has found that this land has found a few stewards to take the course back due North and maintain the ascendancy of these great wines and terroir.
|Luca (r.) with his new neighbor ( from Valdivilla), Damian Mandola (l.)|
In the meantime, some visual lagniappe (oops, there I go now, with the French words). And a time travel shot back as well. God, I love these wines. And this land, so much that I need to change the photo on the cover of this blog. This is my Hill Country.
|Alfredo and Alfonso - 1984|
|Luca and Alfonso - 2011|
On to Barolo and a day with my new friend, Anna Abbona. More to come...