The first sip feels like stepping into a sculptor’s atelier at dusk. Marble powder floats in the air like pale snow, catching candlelight while a half-finished statue rises from the stone… a body so perfectly chiselled you can’t help but imagine the hands that shaped it. Rough at first. Then deliberate. Then almost tender.
The wine opens with that same sense of touch. Bright cherry, red plum and a little brush of violet glide over the tongue like fingertips tracing the cool waist of a statue before the sculptor decides where the next curve belongs. There’s a teasing line of spice and warm earth too, the kind that clings to the skin of someone who has worked all day with their body, pulling beauty out of rock one sensual strike at a time.
As you drink, you can almost hear the rhythmic tap of hammer to chisel, a cadence slow enough to savour but strong enough to promise hunger just beneath the artistry. The tannins are firm yet forgiving, like a hand that guides your jaw upward, saying look at me. The acidity lifts everything in a single elegant sweep, revealing the shape beneath the stone. Suddenly the wine is no longer a drink. It’s the moment the sculptor pauses inches from the statue’s lips, breath hitching, wondering if marble could ever warm itself in response.
Pair it with tomato-braised meats, chargrilled eggplant shining with olive oil, or a slab of pecorino that cracks under the knife. It loves rustic food, messy tables, and the kind of late-night conversations where your hands are still dusted with flour or stone grit from whatever masterpiece you were making before dinner.
Let the wine be your invitation to carve something yourself. Even if it is only the memory of this glass.
Region: Toscana, Italy (Chianti DOCG) Grapes: Sangiovese with small amounts of Canaiolo, Mammolo, and Merlot
