 Wine, Oh!
Wines reviewed by Ima
Allison (“Al”) Kaulich
2005
Villagiachi – Chianti D.O.C.G
Perhaps
Italy's most evocative region, Tuscany inspires romantic notions of
medieval towns tucked amidst rolling hills and ancient families
fermented to perfection in centuries-old cultural casks. And
then, of course, there's the wine!
I admit I've
never been a giant Chianti fan but when a good one comes along I
usually sit up and take notice. That's why after a couple
sips of this Villagiachi vintage I'm officially scooting back on my
chair, straightening my posture and noticing quite a lot!
A
hearty black cherry aroma permeates this wine's nose and prepares the
palate for the splendid sensation of bright, passionate berries up
front, capped by a robust, nutty finish that becomes more pronounced
after subsequent glasses.
While being an excellent
year for Tuscany's Sangiovese vineyards, 2005 was a lousy year for my
second marriage. It was when my lecherous husband Brad
shacked up with that floozy paralegal from his firm, what's-her-name?
Nadine. She didn't know a Frontenac from a Fusch.
And she was a slut. But that doesn't
matter anymore because he's history as ancient as the Tenuta Torciana
winery responsible for this wonderful vino nobile.
Isn't
it great how fine wines like wounds of the heart, improve with
time. In the three years since I divorced and these grapes
were harvested, juiced and barreled we have both transformed
ourselves. While I've found solace by focusing more intensely
on my career, those grapes have become a bold red which could hold its
own against wild game with asparagus, truffles and peppercorns in a
viscous vodka-Limburger cheese sauce.
But
trust me, this is not just some accessory wine. I'm finding
that Giachi's Chianti stands up fine all on its own, glass after glass,
without any meal at all to prop it up with. Just swirling it
up to the light I can see that its long supple legs and deep garnet
complexion are extraordinary in their richnesses.
In
fact, they put Nadine's to shame, the slut. It doesn't matter
anyway. All that matters is the perfect balance between
tannic and mellow right here in this glass here. It would
never leave me for some slutty blond, and not jus' because you
shouldn't mix your reds and your whites, neither.
This
excellent Chianti is an excellent marriage of the dominant Sangiovese
grape with some Canaiolo and Colorino. Some marriages aren't
so excellent. But this is an excellent one for
sure. Down to the las' drop. Would it kill them to
box this stuff, though? I mean this is my job and how am I
supposed to criti, criti, criti... to judge a marriage, I mean wine, in
only one bottle's worth of one? Wine is complicated to
judge. Much like marriages is. And jobs, too.
'Married
ta my job.' 'Care more abou' wine than him.' Wellll
at leas' I care 'bou' somethin'! What did he ever care
about? Oh maybe a' firs' he love me. Or a' leas'
said he did. Asshole.
Id doesn' madder
anyway. Id doesn' madder anyway cuz I ain' goin'
back. I ain' goin' back anyway. I ain'.
Id doesn' madder anyway. Id doesn' madder. Wadda you think?
Huh? You think id madders? Do ya? Huh? I s'pose ya do, don'cha? I don'
care anyway. I ain' goin' back. I ain' goin'
back. I ain'. Slut.
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