There are those places on the wine trail in Italy that really pay homage to a glorious past. But sometimes they don’t have to shout. All it takes is a whisper, a caress, a memory. So it was we made our way back into the snow and ice to the hilltop town of Boca in Piemonte. Not in the Langhe anymore, but a place that more people have forgotten about than remember.
Christoph Künzli is a modern day Moses for this area. Technically a foreigner, from nearby Switzerland, over 20 years ago he came here and fell under the spell of Antonio Cerri.
Not the Langhe, but part of the trip and this report. It has seemed shorter at some times and longer at others. I leave Italy this time with a sense of wonder at the next valley, the next curve, whether it be sunny or icy cold. I know this sound Pollyanna-like of me, but how can folks say Italian wines are complicated? The landscape and her people are complex but they are generous and forgiving and the food and the wines define a dynamic culture that refuses to stand still. That’s what I (and my friends) see and love on the wine trail in Italy.