Wine Fictions

The other day I have found myself wondering which wine I needed to buy.  Even though the answer, on a first level, seemed quite obvious to me  that I did not need any more wine as my basement is considerably full and I am drinking considerably little at home these days. Still, I thought that a white Etna wine was missing in my collection as it is something that I always like to go back to. And what about an Alvarinho from Rheinessen? That can be quite an interesting thing to try and trick close friends on a coming tasting.  This confers my wine collection an almost library feeling to it.   But unlike what happens with books, at least with mine that I have an almost existential problem about getting rid off any book that has entered the premises independently whether I have read it or not,  with wines I do end up drinking them and acquiring new ones giving the feeling of a living entity to my enoteca ( I am terribly sorry about this but the feeble translatio...

 From all the specific sorts of soils you can have to produce wine, I have to confess that the volcanic is one of the ones that thrills and intrigues me the most.  First I have to confess an extreme amazement of seeing how the grapes can grow and develop to an excellency point which can produce unique wines, full of character and extreme minerality.    Based at Etna´s foot, this Vulkà is not an exception.   Tremendously lively in taste, it presents a very stable body, with some fine herbs along with pear and apple, making it an elegant and seductive wine.    A perfect match for seafood or lighter summer meals.  So far, one of my highlights of this summer that seems to have come back to Hamburg.   Along with it, a poem by Francisco Alarcón to make it a perfect evening:   every tree a brother every hill a pyramid a holy spot every valley a poem in xochitl in cuicatl flower and song every cloud a prayer every rain drop a miracle every...