Scaia Torre Mellotti 2017

 One of the most fascinating things about Italian wines has to do with its rather intricate qualification system. To the traditional DOC or DOCG we are often confronted with IGT whenever "foreign" grapes are used. I will not go too deep into that, but I certainly recommend you a quick look here.

For sure it is that these are not inferior quality wines as most clients often tell me whenever they insist on having the famous blue seal that DOC bottles have. Even though I often try to explain that DOC is not necessarily a sign of better wines, often showing that the Masseto bottle does not have a DOC seal,

A good example of that it is this Cabernet Sauvignon from Tenuta S. Antonio de Castagnedi. With a mix between fresh and slightly dried grapes (apassimento) this is a voluptuous wine, presenting a deep dark red colour that enclosures tempting ripe red fruits as well as a hint of grilled green bell pepper. Now that Autumn is taking over the North of Germany, this is a tremendously inviting wine to fight against the dropping temperatures.

I also have to highlight its glass cork which gives it quite a nice feeling and a classy touch, such as this incredible poem by D´Arcy McNickle which managed to warm me in this grey Sunday that I'm writing these words.

There is this shifting, endless film
And I have followed it down the valleys
And over the hills,—
Pointing with wavering finger
When it disappeared in purple forest-patches
With its ruffle and wave to the slightest-breathing wind-God.

There is this film
Seen suddenly, far off,
When the sun, walking to his setting,
Turns back for a last look,
And out there on the far, far prairie
A lonely drowsing cabin catches and holds a glint,
For one how endless moment,
In a staring window the fire and song of the martyrs!

There is this film
That has passed to my fingers
And I have trembled,
Afraid to touch.

And in the eyes of one
Who had wanted to give what I had asked
But hesitated—tried—and then
Came with a weary, aged, “Not quite,”
I could but see that single realmless point of time,
All that is sad, and tired, and old—
And endless, shifting film.

And I went again
Down the valleys and over the hills,
Pointing with wavering finger,
Ever reaching to touch, trembling,
Ever fearful to touch.

 

 

 

16/20
Country: Italy
Region: Veneto
Grapes: Cabernet Sauvignon
14,5%
Winemaker: n/A
Website: https://www.scaiawine.com/en/product/4/torre_mellotti