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How Much Wood Should A Barbera Have If A Barbera Should Have Wood


Or more aptly titled, How Many Bloggers Does It Take to Write About How Much They Dislike Excessive Oak in Barbera Until the Winemakers Stop Doing It. But firstly, we’ve made the news! The bloggers are the talk of the town. Fredric Koeppel (Bigger Than Your Head) reads the fine print as Michele Chiarlo begins his discussion of vine training methods.

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We spent the day focused on the Nizza subzone of Asti. A small group of Asti winemakers (including Chiarlo) have spent heaps of dollar bills to test barbera’s vine training methods in hopes to further analyze the varietal’s acidity, tannin and color (and “improve” the wine). Which brings me to the main theme of the day…

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on the left: guyot method. lighter more delicate color. on the right: the new cordon method and a darker more saturated color

What is in need of improvement exactly?  Beyond the need to pump up the color for aging (?) and reduce the amount of work in the vineyard, these experiments and changes made in the vine training open a larger discussion of the vinification of the barbera as well.  This is the when the day started to get interesting… after 2 full days of tasting Barbera d’Asti, most of us (journalists, buyers from all over the world)  were eager to start asking questions about the giant oaky elephant that’s been in the tasting room all week.

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The oak of the wine had become the star of the show up until that point. What happened to the barbera? And more importantly, what should barbera actually be? It’s subjective, as wine always is. But the general consensus of my fellow tasters is that barbera should be what it always was, what it is at its purest form: a light, racy, high acidity, fruit driven wine.

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as snow begins to fall in Nizza, we loaded in to another blind tasting

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We moved locations to taste a slew of more Barberas from Nizza. This left us bewildered once again. The oak! Luckily, about 20 producers of the wines we had just tried were in attendance. What I will call the Nizza Oak Debate of 2010 began. For the sake of brevity as well as my lack of time I will list the main points discussed/argued and the resulting thoughts that dialogue left floating in my brain…

- The apparent need to create a universally more appealing style of wine specifically in hopes to sell more bottles to consumers.

- The American market (and all markets for that matter) and its supposed stylistic preference (big, fat Cali wines- is that what Italians think we only like?)

-Making barbera to taste like itself or just like every other non distinctive wine

-What makes a “good” wine? In the words of Michele Chiarlo, “A good wine is a wine that sells.”

-The manipulation of wine. How/if it should be altered to be something other than the true expression of the grape.

-The concept of creating a Superbarbera. Just typing that out makes me roll my eyes.

-Does a more “elegant” wine always mean less oak?

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The debates remained heated as the temperatures outside continued to drop and the snow continued to fall. The producers defended themselves and we were left hoping to find a redeeming wine at our dinner table. Which we did in Andrea Faccio’s Villa Giada unoaked fresh 2009 Barbera D’Asti. As if sent from the wine gods above telling us to hold on for one more day.

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Much more to write about- yesterday was filled with Barbera wines of Monferrato, a seriously awesome cellar tour and of course more eating and drinking. It was the day the Barbera 7 Got Their Groove Back. Stay tuned…

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On The Road with the Barbera Boys (& Gal)



Day 1. After 60 plus barbera wines under our belt, we hit the road for a mini tour of Asti wine country.

wheels on the bus

The guys doing what they do best. Jeremy- talking, Fredric- being a stone cold motha, Thor- smirking and Jon- looking like a Tom Ford model. First stop- a tasting of barbera senza solfiti (without sulfites) at Azienda Paolo Marcarino.

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We tried a barbera that was blended with 20% dried grapes…a bit reductive and amarone like, otherwise known as bit “too much wine” via Cory. Also tasted was an extremely gulpable cortese (aka “grandpa wine” as says Jeremy) straight from the tank. Lovely little amaretti cookies were served with our final wine, a moscato d’asti, the region’s golden child.

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the sauce

Thor and the barbera soaked mouth of Mr. Stuart George.

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As our little bus worked its way up the hills, blankets of snow crept onto the vineyard slopes. We reached the cellar  at Il Falchetto for more barbera. And more moscato. A surprise hit was their “Lurei” 2007 Barbera D’Asti which that morning wasn’t as well received in the blind tasting for whatever reason. The mysteries of the palate and the bottle…

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As evening approached, it was time to hit the road again. We had another 37 producers to work through- before dinner.

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Bread was broken and wine was shared with the winemakers spread throughout the dining room and around our tables. After dinner, the boys hit the town for an ice cold beer- a welcome change of pace for their wine drenched palates. This gal decided to call it a day and hit the hay. Today- another full day of barbera. Giddy up!

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Live From Asti…It’s Barbera Meeting!



We’ve arrived! And I am blogging as I sit here in a room at Palazzo Zoia on my 49th Barbera D’Asti. Are my teeth red? Definitely. Are they being exposed due to the rather large grin on my face? Most certainly.

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We’re tasting everything blind, hence the aluminum foil. The lineup is all barbera from Asti today. 2008, 2007 and 2006. So far, what sticks out to me is the use of french oak and whether or not it completely masks the barbera fruit or not. Which it does (when used with a heavy hand.) Barbera is at its best when it can stand alone. And when it can taste like barbera! The stylistic differences of Italian wines, especially in this area of the country, could be an entire other discussion.  A large one. Maybe I’ll get into that another time…

the first pour

In situations like this, it can be difficult to say whether or not a wine would be enjoyed outside of the confines of this room. If we tasted all of these wines again at dinner tonight, while eating, I’m sure a lot of my notes would be completely different. All I can do is make observations and I am lucky enough to have at my disposal almost all of the barberas made in the country for my personal comparative study on the varietal. Which is what I am calling it.  Gotta get back to the wine. On to no. 59.

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The Return to Piemonte



Piemonte, Piedmont for us Americanos, is a region of Italy that holds a special place in my wine-soaked heart. Among the hills of Barolo and Barbaresco, Monforte D’Alba and La Morra is where my love and fascination with Italian wine really took flight. Or rather, a wild vespa ride.

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The picture above is one I took at the Banca del Vino in Pollenzo a few months ago. It is the home to an incredible collection of Italian wines within the University of Gastronomic Sciences in the heart of Piemonte wine country.

I fly back to that lovely place tomorrow evening and couldn’t be more excited. Not only because I am going to Italy (duh) but because I get to spend 4 days with one of my favorite grapes- barbera. To me, barbera wines are like old friends. The ones that you can be around 24 hours a day and never tire of. The ones, whom after 2 years of not seeing each other, conversations can flow forth effortlessly as if no time had passed at all. Without getting into acidity and tannins, fruit and body…I hope my simile makes some kind of sense. Barbera makes fun wine, drinkable wine, food friendly wine. Although by this time next week, I am sure I will have a whole lot more to say about it than that.

To give you a glimpse as to what is in store beyond the ridiculous amounts of barbera during Barbera Meeting 2010: barbera sans soufre, a tasting at Gaja with Angelo Gaja himself, tastings at Brovia and Produttori del Barbaresco, dinners and lunches galore (grignolino and oysters anyone?) and so many other crazy amazing things I am beginning to feel a little “we’re not worthy.”  I will be writing and posting and photographing like a mad woman so you’ll be able to experience it all with me. Catch you on the flip side…a presto.

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Barbera Bonanza!



Me? I am a lucky son of a gun. In 2 weeks time, my nose will be deeply planted into a glass of Barbera. Not in my living room. Not in my kitchen. Not at a wine bar in LA. Not even in my bed (which may or may not have happened one or more times.) My nose and that glass of Barbera will be…in Italy. That’s right! And it won’t be just one glass of Barbera but hundreds. Jeremy Parzen, my official fairy godfather of Italian wine blogging, aka Do Bianchi enlisted me along with 7 other bloggers to cover the 2010 Barbera Meeting in Asti. I must confess writing that sentence is seriously surreal. I am almost sure someone named Reality is going to ring tomorrow and inform me of a misunderstanding. Until that call, I will continue on blissfully floating through my days and getting my bags packed.
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This is how it goes down. All of us bloggers will be boarding flights from cities all over the country. On March 7 we will descend upon Malpensa airport in Milan with our laptops, empty bellies yearning for Piedmont’s finest grub and mouths ready for massive amounts of Barbera in them. We will spend 4 days tasting Asti, Alba and Monferrato’s finest and blogging like crazy. In the words of Mr. Parzen, it is sure to be a “blogilicious” event. Check out the Barbera Meeting’s official blog where we’ll be posting our thoughts and observations from the tasting and all the other rad dinners and winemaker visits we will be enjoying (the enjoyment factor of this trip is kind of getting out of control.)

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Sweetness



Yes, Valentine’s Day is upon us. The hearts, the greeting cards, everything coming up roses, pink and other shades of flesh and blood. Do I sound cynical and jaded? Nah. Just single. But seriously, I really don’t mind this somewhat saccharin day. If anything, it is an excuse to eat copious amounts of chocolate. And let people know you love them (or don’t love them at all and would NOT like to be their Valentine.) 3rd grade traumas seem to be arising. I think I shall take this moment to look back at some of my favorite sweet Italian things this year. It helps balance the “bitter.”
fragola

Uva Fragola= Strawberry Grape. A wild Italian grape that mysteriously tastes like fresh strawberry. I need these in my life. Why do they not grow in America?

limoncello

Limoncello. In the words of the wise Clune McClune, “It’s like a musical instrument, but you can drink it.” Wise, indeed. It is thick and lemony and sweet. I like it chilled over ice. Just delicious.

moscato candy

Moscato grapes dried on the vine for sweet moscato passito wine. Peach-candied burnt orange-tangerine raisin candy. I could have spent the whole day in the vineyard with a lawn chair, a book and my arm within reach of a cluster.

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Clean Up, Aisle 2: We’ve Got an Italian Wine Mess Over Here



Cheap grocery store Italian wine. It usually frightens me to some degree and I avoid it. Trader Joes. It usually excites me (affordable organic goods and free food samples at all times) and I never avoid it.  Although, the wine aisle of TJ’s is another story. Yes, I realize my behavior may seem a wee tad wine snobby, but I would rather get bottles that are nearly as affordable from my fav neighborhood shop selling interesting wines from quality producers. Today, as I was loading up on groceries, I decided to venture into the scary unknown. If I was going to take a studied look anywhere, of course, it would be the Italian section. I approached with an open mind and hope that possibly I have been mistaken all this time. There must be something exciting…

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No. No, there wasn’t. The prices ranged from 2.99 (!!) up to $19.99. That price belonging to the omnipresent Santa Margherita pinot grigio. There was also a $16.99 Amarone and a 2005 Barolo from La Loggia for $14.99. Really? The white wine theme = pinot grigio. The red wine theme = chianti. Nothing surprising. I began to turn the bottles around to see who was importing this stuff and the same three California importers, unknown to me, dominated the shelves. D’Aquino (with 2 organic wines from Abruzzo among others), Americal Beverage Group and Santini.

Enough looking, I had to take one home to taste. Because I wasn’t really keen on any bottle in particular, I searched for the wine that had the most bottles missing from the shelf. What is everyone buying? The Marchese de Petri 2008 “Il Valore” sangiovese from Puglia. The price: $2.99. No wonder it was the most popular.  But, I do have to say it “gives good label.”

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“Smooth and fruity with a touch of red berries.” I guess that was true, just with a touch of cough syrup as well. OK- it wasn’t offensive. Just entirely forgettable. Which is fine, but why  is anyone importing and shipping this all the way across land and ocean to get it here? And $2.99 a bottle is usually how much it costs just to bottle and label the thing. How much are the people making the wine even profiting? You can find these prices at wineries in Italy, but that is because you are getting the young wine directly from the source, no shipping involved. When I see numbers this low on imported wine, it just makes me suspect.

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Marchese de Petri, the “winery”, also makes a Chianti riserva with the same “Il Valore” label. I couldn’t get much more info but all the wine is bottled in Pisa by one C. Campagna Gello. Hmmmm…..A mystery I don’t care to solve.  I guess what I am ultimately feeling from this little trip down vino lane, is a bit of sadness. And confusion. The market is so overwhelmed with stuff like this, that some of the real stars of Italy don’t ever get a spot on the shelf. But, maybe my idea of a real and affordable star  is a wine that could never be mass produced for the US market anyway. And for that, I’ll just have to get shipped back to Italy to get.

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Year in Review: A Glass-by-Glass Play-by-Play



I had a great year. There is no denying that. Mostly due to a spectacular summer in Los Angeles followed by an even more spectacular solo journey through Italy. Also known as “the trip of my dreams.” In keeping with the obligatory New Year’s blog post of something along the lines of Best Wines of the Year, My Top Ten Bottles of 2009, etc. I thought I would take a look back at some of my favorite drinking experiences as seen through the lens of my Blackberry’s handy little camera. It is, dare I say, a Brunello Behind the Scenes.  Perhaps, True Hollywood Story: Brunellos Having Too Much Fun. Maybe even True Life: I’m ubriaca. I shall end there, lest I get carried away.

But, to further clarify, I say favorite experiences and not favorite drink or wine or bottle because sometimes the best glass of wine has not so much to do with what is in the glass but everything outside of it.  It is the company, the laughs, the stories told, the favorite neighborhood bar, old friends reuniting, new friends being made, impromptu guitar solos and heavenly pasta dinners. The level of enjoyment of the wine and of the moment fuse together, simultaneously enhancing the other. So, without further ado…

bazaar

The magical mojito from the Bazaar in Los Angeles. Followed by one of the more interesting dining experiences I've ever had. Proof of artistic expression and innovation on a plate and in a glass.

summer staple

The staple of my summer at my favorite bar seat in town, Pizzeria Mozza. This was a Bastianich refosco rose from Friuli.

fizz & friendship

Plastic cups and lambrusco. I know how to make it classy. In the first days of my trip in Italy with one of my best friends. We were starving and had our aperitivo hour furnished by a campsite grocery. It was cheap, delicious and entirely satisfying.

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A not at all unusual lunchtime spread while working the harvest at De Conciliis. That day was the pinot noir battle in which we raided Bruno's cellar for 3 different pinots: one from Italy (1998 La Palazzola), one from France (2005 Domaine d l'Arlot) and one from Oregon (2006 Drouhin). Italy won! And we were not at all biased, of course.

winner declared

A Saturday night lamb bbq at my boss Bruno's home where we proceeded to open up 8 different fantastic Italian wines (and way too much grappa). At the end of it all, he stuck his knife in the neck of the winner (we liked having competitions, if you couldn't tell.) A 2005 Langhe Nebbiolo from Bartolo Mascarello.

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Sunday Sip: Spritz-ing in Venezia



While in Italy, my favorite time of day is around 5 or 6 pm. Not only because I am that much closer to some sort of utterly fantastic dinner feast, but because these are the hours of aperitivo. Much like an American happy hour, it is a time to gather with friends, have a snack and a drink and open the stomach and palate for the dinner experience. Other than the region of Emilia-Romagna (with it’s lambrusco and culatello), Venice is my favorite place for aperitivo. I was there in chilly November and the piazzas were still full of people sitting around drinking ice cold glasses of spritz, munching on potato chips and discussing the day’s events. You can get a spritz anywhere in Italy, but it is most popular in the North.

photo by M. Quintanilla

photo by M. Quintanilla

What is a spritz, you ask? Classically, it is Campari (an Italian bitter liqueur), white wine and a splash of sparkling water over ice with an olive garnish. But, there are variations on this theme. As my friend Marisa and I stood at an incredibly crowded bar waiting to order, we watched as the bartender expertly created what seemed like dozens of spritz per minute for us thirsty patrons. Sometimes he would use white wine and sometimes he would use…..prosecco! Also an option, it seemed, was Aperol instead of Campari.  That was it, I had chosen my version of spritz. Aperol and prosecco on ice with a slice of orange. Delicious and refreshing.

Spritz. It’s what’s for aperitivo.

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You Say Sfuso, I Say Awesome



Vino sfuso (s-foo-zo) is a beautiful thing. What is it exactly? It’s bulk wine or, rather, wine by the liter. Genius. One of the many things that Italy does better. Or at all.

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Many winemakers offer their fresh, young wine straight out of the tanks. Stop by their cantina and fill up your glass jugs or plastic 2 liter bottles. Any which way, you can load up your car full of wine and head home all for about 10 bucks. It’s great everyday wine for simple meals at home and sitting ’round the fire.

The photos above are of Franco Clementin of Fattoria Clementin in Terzo di Aquileia. He offers two sfuso wines, one white (tocai friulano) and one red (merlot.) Franco’s main work is for his bottled wine under the label Broili. The wines are lovely and a true expression of the Friuli region and its best varietals; refosco, traminer aromatico, verduzzo…and the standout for me was the cabernet franc. It was herbaceous and seriously “earthy” without any heaviness. Full of tarragon and grass and cedar. Light but very expressive. [There are many French varietals grown in Friuli and they have been growing there for a very long time. So much so that Friulian wine has become synonymous with not only the autochthonous grapes refosco and schioppettino but of cabernet franc, cabernet sauvignon and merlot.]

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fire and wine

Ahhh, wine by the fire. A perfect night if you ask me. And with a trunk full of vino sfuso…too good to be true.

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