"Baarbaaareeesssscoooo!"
Ugo Leqiuo made us say it with him, because he's convinced the name is too complicated for most Americans to spit out. Barolo just rolls off the tongue, he says, and if only Barbaresco was as easy to say, he might have better distribution in the 'states.
Ugo Leqiuo is quite a character.
He's also animated, charming, forthright, kind and quite a good winemaker. In his small, modern cantina in the middle of Nieve, we quickly realized how hard and how smart Ugo worked to get his wines out into the bellies of the people. To the right is a Slovenian oak barrel made with faulty wood -- he's getting a new one, but it's still a problem. Then we have his trusty old bottling press and big pump he uses to clean the tanks.
The highlight of the tasting was the Barbaresco vertical we tried at the end -- a 2007, 2006, 2005, 2003 and a 1999 Riserva, all from the the same three hectare plot. What an incredible way to end the day.
The name of these crackers translates to "Mother-in-law's Tongue". They were mild, delicious and poorly named.
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