Region/Appellation: Denominazione di Origine Protetta (DOP)
Country: Italy (Sicily)
When you open the ‘press reports‘ page for this wine on the Canadian agent’s site (Trialto), you’re met with a wine review from James Suckling. I don’t know James, but heh, if you want to become a wine snob, here’s his Master Class. Slightly entertained by the fact that the review of James Suckling is longer than the review of the wine. If James was a wine, what would his tasting note be?
White in color, very white, with a sparkle of privilege. On the nose, an overwhelming smell of Axe body spray tempered with the spicy smell of the fancy leather-bound tasting notebook, and overdue lilac bush. My palate bursts open with gripping yet supple tastes of a 90 point score, married with a bunch of smells and tastes that most mere mortals wouldn’t even understand (or have tasted). The finish, well, it lingers like those recurring nightmares you have of high school. The ones where you are naked, everyone’s laughing, and you’re just not as good as the cool kids.
Here’s a little more context on the video. We arrived on Islay a wee bit late in the day on Wednesday, and promptly took a jog to Coal Ila. Closed for construction:(. So we decided to continue to Bunnahabhain. However, Emily at Ardnahoe was so lovely, that we had to stop and soak up some of the local intel. We arrived at Bunnahabhain just a wee bit too late for the shop. It was just fine as it was too late for tours anyhow, and we took it as an excuse to shoot photos and video. The following is a product of the quiet peace of Bunnahabhain by the sea.
Later I’ll figure out how to embed the YouTube. For now just chase the link below. Never mind, it all just works 😉
Two alarms set, 3:00 AM and 3:02, phone ringer tested, double-checked. I wake up at 02:38, awake. There hasn’t been much snow and hailing a cab is fast. The bar crowd is still producing a rush for taxis, so mine is close. I’m up, showered and dressed in 15. I signal Dave, he’s up. We leave in darkness.