| Sangue Di Guida |
Nearly on its way, the most amorous of holidays sneaks by without cognizance. Hearts are broken, melted-down, or left with an almost tepid, but basic feeling of cupidity that usually has to do with a bad assortment of trinkets. We seem to focus on new relationships based on the precedents of red wine, or dealings in the post-nuptial crises of buying pre-fab chocolates and red flowers. It still seems, oddly so, that we are still much more unwise about the effectiveness of common Valentine's Day crapshoots. So why all the pink hearts en-mass? The sucrose dynamic of banal, unwarranted confections that fill closet spaces like boxes of old candy canes? There’s usually no substitute for being creative on the most famous 14th of all months, so that should be your guiding force right?
Probably...but there’s more to being a Valentine than receiving an “I Love You” sprawled on a gigantic digital screen in Times Square, or paying some rock star an exorbitant amount of money to sing an ignominious dirge about his, your, or someone else’s unyielding affection that was, more or less, meant for someone else. Fine, you can dissent to me all you want, because I’m going with the old bottle of wine trick this year. Now, it doesn’t have to be the red kind exactly, but it’s probably the best idea for those in a complete state of oblivion. Call me a martyr for the sparkling stuff as of late, but it seems to have been too irreplaceable of a thing to ignore considering the past two months have yielded some interest. Whatever, there’s more reason now to say that as a producer, "Casteggio" has a place today on this blogsite.
I’ve tottered on Lambrusco and have never really unraveled Brachetto at any one time. For some, there’s no comparison, but of course, they’re wrong. As it is, the of scowls of various Italian winemakers has not gone unregistered. Most people see both of them as entirely sweet; again, a major misconception. However, the one thing I’m dedicating this post to, is usually sweet, or just a tracing its way to sappy red fruit, and it’s neither exhibit A nor B. It’s even more affordable at thirteen bucks, and it’s basically named: “The Blood of Judas.” (a.ka. Sangue Di Guida) The grape is that interesting little spheroid that’s usually called “Uva Rara,” and to the Lombardy region, it grows among the Oltrepo Pavese D.O.C. It’s frizzante just like It’s cousins in Piedmont, or Emillia-Romagna, but usually doesn’t burn up wages like the common bubbly from these regions. Most people feel shocked when they learn there’s very little alcohol (sorry to report) and when they see there’s something other than Pink Moscato that reserves its right to outdo the fringes of predicability.
| Uva Rara |
I like it a lot, and it’s even better slightly chilled. At temperature, the plum and sweet blackberry flavors don’t interfere. For such a meager price, the finish is substantial enough to carry on for a couple of minutes, adding focus to some cola bean and wild strawberry. It’s probably best on it’s own, but for those who insist on promoting their hedonisms, some incredibly dark chocolate is allowed just this one time...no exceptions. Despite how you serve the delicacy, it’s probably best that someone else join you instead of a inanimate dessert tray full of lacquered truffles and liqueured bon-bons.
Regardless of what you buy for your loved-one, it’s coming from you and not necessarily from Italy, or France. Although someone else made the wine, there’s only the example of thoughtfulness that’s important. Don’t curse me for ruining those imaginative plans you have for your husband or wife this year, but if you’re going to base-jump your way into your lover’s arms, or rent-out an entire movie theater just to watch Before & After Sunset with her, at least bring the bottle and a couple of flutes.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Brian Maniotis
Westchester Wine Warehouse
Visit us @: westchesterwine.com
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