Wojciech Bońkowski
Master of Wine

The wines of Mannucci Droandi

I received this nice box of samples from the Mannucci Droandi estate in Chianti, after a nice exchange of e-mails with owner Roberto Giulio Droandi. This 30-hectare property in Caposelvi hit the headlines recently with its wines from experimental grape varieties that were recovered from a pool of ancient clones in a programme with the Istituto Sperimentale per la Viticoltura in Arezzo, under the umbrella name of Chianti Classico 2000.
Chianti, we all know it, is made from the Sangiovese grape, and Sangiovese’s ups and downs as a variety define the critical history of Chianti and its Tuscan siblings: Brunello di Montalcino and Vino Nobile di Montepulciano. And as we all know as well, there are some subsidiary grapes customarily blended into Sangiovese according to the Chianti ‘recipe’ worked out by Bettino Ricasoli in the 1860s: Canaiolo, and the white Malvasia del Chianti (as well as Trebbiano Toscano which is a later, and less happy, addition to the recipe). Hardcore Chianti fanatics might well remember some of the more obscure additive to Sangiovese, such as Colorino, Ciliegiolo, Malvasia Nera and Mammolo (some of these are seeing a minor renaissance and are occasionally made as varietals).

Well, as we learn from the Chianti Classico 2000 programme, it’s not the whole story. Historically – i.e. in pre-phylloxera and pre-scientific replanting times in the early 1800s and 1700s – there were far, far more varieties grown in Chianti, and Sangiovese was anything but dominant in the vineyards. The plantings were universally mixed and a single harvest was operated where all varieties were picked and then pressed and vinified together. This traditional system persists in some areas of Germany and Austria where it is known as gemischter Satz whereas in France or Italy, the complantation has been largely abandoned. Italians have a term for a blend of grapes made in the vineyard and vinified together: uvaggio.

Now here are some of the excitingly obscure name of historical Chianti varieties that were examined with the CC2000 study:

Albano, Cascarella, Lugliola, Malvasia Bianca Lunga, Orpicchio, Perugino, Salamanna, San Colombano, Trebbiano Dorato, Vermentino Bianco, Zuccaccio (these are all white) and Aleatico, Canaiolo, Colorino del Valdarno, Foglia Tonda, Formicone Bonamico, Grossolano, Lacrima del Valdarno, Mammolo Nero (in several subvarieties including Primaticcio, Piccolo, Sgrigliolante) Mammola Tonda, Morellino, Passerina, Primofiore, Pugnitello, Rossone.

Before you smile asking ‘who on earth needs all these obscure useless grapes’, it is worth remembering that many grapes that were on the verge of extinction just a decade or two ago are now firmly established as some of the world’s most exciting. (Viognier is one example).

 Vineyards in Ceppeto. © Mannucci Droandi.

The best-known of these revived Chianti grape varieties is Pugnitello, the best-known version of which is bottled by the large estate of San Felice. It’s an impressive wine showing Pugnitello as grape with massive colour, great concentration, powerful structure coupled with very sensual fruit. My only criticism is that it is very unlike Chianti as we know, much the opposite of Sangiovese, and so its possible use in a Chianti blend is problematic.

Mannucci Droandi, meanwhile, are offering varietal bottlings of other obscure historical grapes. The Barsaglina 2007 is a wine of some body and extract, quite tannic on end (I wonder how much of this derived from wood, of which there’s obviously been a little), rich but restrained and structured – which perhaps sums up the Chianti terroir somehow. The colour is moderately deep and the bouquet is modest: a little reductive and animal at first, with some bright red berries underneath. The fruit register and highish acidity are in fact Sangiovese-reminiscent, though the fierce tannins are not. Made in a rustic, challenging, not very elegant style, but surely with interest, though it’s hard to see exactly what this would contribute to a Chianti blend. The Foglia Tonda 2007 is altogether a better wine, with a cleaner and deeper aroma and a more balanced palate where the tannins are more integrated; there is some wood support but better digested than the Barsaglina above. An attractive wine with broad, assertive fruit and very good concentration, smoother and easier than a comparably sized Sangiovese (indicating Foglia Tonda as a softening and perhaps enriching grape in the blend). 

 The Ceppeto property. © Mannucci Droandi.


Yet the most excitement comes with the regular, Sangiovese-based Mannucci Droandi bottlings. The Chianti Colli Aretini 2007 (coming from the historical core of the estate, the Campolucci vineyard located outside the Chianti Classico zone) is a typical Chianti with strong acids and mineral tannins, and plenty of seriousness too: most of Colli Aretini wines are for immediate drinking while this, aged in oak, can easily wait 4 or 5 years. Good impressions too for the Chianti Classico Ceppeto 2006 (Ceppeto is the name of a different, recently acquired property), riper and broader than the Colli Aretini, structured and tight and still somewhat dominated by the oak and extract, but with good fruit, length and potential. The Chianti Classico Ceppeto Riserva 2006 basically continues along the same lines, extractive and powerful with a tight mineral kernel wrapped in semi-intense crisp cherry. I’ve retasted these 2006s recently in Tuscany and they are evolving quite well (if slowly). Really distinctive and engaging stuff for a winery that only started bottling in 1998. 

Tuscan winter.

Disclaimer
Source of wines: samples sent by the winery.

Rising and falling stars

Gambero Rosso is Italy’s foremost wine guide, and in a country that puzzlingly lacks an opinion-making wine magazine, has constituted the most influential voice on wine for over a decade. Its stylistic bias has effectively changed the shape of Italian winemaking. As always when a medium becomes too influential, The Red Prawn has come under critical fire for its sins both actual and alleged, and as a strong counteraction against its pro-new oak agenda has gathered momentum Gambero’s star has started to wane somewhat. (Ironically this happened when the book’s quality, in my opinion, has clearly improved, with a more nuanced coverage and an obvious if limited acknowledgement of more traditional styles).


One of Gambero’s very engaging but equally controversial activities is the Italian Wines Roadshow, showcasing leading estates that have been among the guide’s protagonists over the last years (as well as its best business partners, one should add). And so 59 big Italian names descended onto Warsaw (as well as Moscow, London and a few other venues) and provided for an afternoon of thought-provoking drinking.
 
 
My feelings are a little ambivalent as there were several producers (cooperatives and not) which should never be included in what is supposed to be Italy’s 57 best wineries. And there was more than a fair proportion of estates that are doing some sound commercial work with their wines but which eventually do lack a bit of personality and expression of terroir. The latter, in fact, was more often than not missing from the equation, with red wines displaying impressive levels of extract, oak and overripe fruit but very little in terms of finesse or minerality. Whites wines were hardly better with the vast majority showing a fairly formulaic stainless steel cool fermentation profile, or decently concentrated but with utterly predictable new oak.

Daniele Cernilli of Gambero Rosso speaks at the seminar. © Piotr Niemyjski.


There were, highlights, too, including the various mineral facets of Cantina Gallura’s surprisingly good Vermentinos, and Nals Margreid’s transparent, impeccably balanced wines from Alto Adige (including an admirably restrained Merlot). On the red wine front there was the unquestionable greatness of Sassicaia 2006, seamless, elegant, juicy, with not a millimeter of excess, and the deliciously unpretentious Cirò Duca San Felice 2007 from Librandi, almost rosé in colour with real Mediterranean finesse. Some good fun was had with Nino Franco’s Proseccos.
 
 
And then four stunningly good wines from what is probably the Gambero Roadshow’s least-known winery, Provenza from the shores of Lake Garda. In the Lugana and Garda DOC appellations, some hopelessly unfashionable grape varieties are grown including white Trebbiano di Lugana, red Groppello and Marzemino. Their obscurity and provinciality are likely incentives to work really hard in vineyard and cellar, and these were truly very well-vinified wines including the Lugana Selezione Fabio Contato 2007, fermented in oak yet showing none in its flavour (and that’s quite an exploit with Trebbiano, an unaromatic grape that seems to absorb oak like a sponge), mineral, deep, balanced and elegant at the same time. The simpler Lugana Molin 2008 sees some skin contact on the Trebbiano giving it an unseen complexity and depth of mineral flavour, and the red Garda Classico Negrasco 2007 was equally good with earthy fruit and respectable depth while keeping a clean, crisp, very drinkable style that is really the essence of what Italy does so well. Whatever you say, it’s good of Gambero Rosso to endorse wines such as Provenza’s.

Disclosure: The Warsaw edition of the Gambero Rosso Roadshow was co-organised by the WINO Magazine where I am employed. I am occasionally invited to vineyard tours to Italy organised by Thompson International Wine Marketing who organise the Roadshow for Gambero Rosso.

Agony and ecstasy

2005 is by no means a bad vintage for Tuscany, but in Montalcino almost everything has been done to make it worse than it could have been.

Vino Nobile: overdone, underwhelming

The Tuscan disease: overextraction is ruining Vino Nobile.

Giacomo Conterno Barbera d’Alba 2000

Much to my chagrin I cannot afford the Barolos of Giacomo Conterno. This 45K-bottle estate in Piedmont’s Monforte d’Alba could well be the most famous and hyped of all Italy. And the entry ticket to the theatre of its epic, majestic, supremely ageworthy Barolo Cascina Francia is a hefty 95€ (the Monfortino Riserva, the last of the Barolo Mohicans, is three or four times that). 
 
That’s a real shame, because I tremendously admire and enjoy these wines. I admire their absolute composure and uncompromised reverence of tradition. I delight in their raspberry & rose petal finesse (although that finesse is a polite grammatical way of making their stern structural statement). I admire Roberto Conterno’s soft-spoken way of refusing to depart even an inch from his father Giovanni’s and his grandfather Giacomo’s qualitative and stylistic standards. Non si cambia una virgola was his answer to what he’d change when I visited him in September 2005, a couple of years after Giovanni passed away. 
Elephantine casks hosting Barolo in the Giacomo Conterno cellar.
 
Thankfully Conterno also makes one more affordable wine: a Barbera d’Alba that comes from the Cascina Francia plot in the commune of Serralunga and sees shorter oak than the Barolo here (although 14 months are quite a long élevage by Barbera standards), but otherwise comes close to a Barolo in structure and longevity. This 2000 version cost me 22€. (The current release, 2007, is 25€ at the winery). 
 
It is a fairly aged example of Barbera, with little obvious fruitiness and a tertiary bouquet of game meat, dried herbs, with some balsamic oak overtones. The flavour is ample and long, bone-dry, with high acidity and still quite some unresolved tannins, although the fruit is a bit too low to speak about much further potential to age. Technically it’s not a perfect wine, with some rustic touches to the bouquet and a hint of volatile acidity. 
Winemaking taken seriously: Roberto Conterno with geological analyses of Cascina Francia. (Photo taken September 2005).
 
Yet there’s something quite remarkable in how this wine completely ignores the modern ‘consumer taste’ and the flavour profile of contemporary wine. It’s not merely a traditional-style wine, like there are many in Piedmont. This Barbera is really more papal than the pope. It makes no concession whatsoever to the drinker: it’s stern, bone-dry, tart, bitter, tannic; there is sense of harmony and peace but it is the ascetic harmony of Gregorian chant. It’s the taste of wine from a now remote era, when great wine was something to aspire to, and not banally ‘consume’. A time when vintners weren’t told by journalists (or bloggers) what their wines should taste like. A wine to admire – and to enjoy, but humbly, not Vaynerchuk-style self-magnifyingly.

In Apulia (3): A good… beer

The only bottle I brought from Italy this time: it’s actually beer!

Happy New Year

Dear Readers, best wishes for the New Year!
 
I’m not very fond of self-referential blogging but want to say on this festive occasion how rewarding it has been to run this blog and receive comments and encouragement. As I’ve topped 10,000 visits to this modest diary in exactly one year of sharing my wine and tea drinking with you, it’s proved a great experience overall. 
No big New Year’s Eve celebrations chez Bońkowski this year: we’ve been babysitting and so Champagne has been limited to a few glasses of the Pierre Moncuit Grand Cru Blanc de Blancs Cuvée Pierre Moncuit-Delos – a crisp, driven, even slightly greenish Chardonnay that proved just a bit too young (though with over two years of disgorging), and a babysitter’s best friend – Moscato d’Asti. Paolo Saracco’s 2009 is a gorgeous glassful of fresh grapes, citrus and spring flowers, with balanced sweetness and great acidity, too. With 5% alcohol it was harmless to down the bottle between two, and that’s a great asset on New Year’s Eve if you ask me.
It’s my personal habit to open the best sweet wine I have (or one of the best) on New Year. Dessert wines lend themselves well to the relaxed late-morning pace I adopt on this day. This year, it was the Alois Kracher TBA No. 3 Scheurebe 1996. The late Alois Kracher was one of the greatest champions of botrytis wine in the world. Whatever the vintage, grape variety, and sweetness level he always managed to make a wine taste balanced and complete. This bottle is no different. It pours a deep amber and opens with an exhilarating liquid peach gelée nose, followed by lovely notes of toast, poppy seed and minerality. It’s really positively Tokaj-like both in the bouquet and the very good acidity that enlivens this 150+-grams-sugar wine. The palate is expansive and mildly mature, with that unmistakeable autumnal, fallen-leafy, honeyed character of great botrytis wine, and a finish that is growingly dry. It’s an auspicious wine for 2010. Happy New Year!
Disclaimer:
Source of wines: Moncuit Champagne – sample from the producer, Saracco Moscato, Kracher TBA – own purchases.
 

Giovanni Rosso Barolo Cerretta 2003

My tastes for wine are pretty eclectic, and I’d pretty much drink anything with interest unless it’s really overoaked and/or jammy. But when I think of one wine that I prefer over all others, it has to be Barolo. I have a weakness for those floral bouquets and high acidities, for that otherworldly elegance and unmistakeable sense of place of a good traditional Barolo. So when picking up a wine to drink in peace and solitude on Boxing Day I went for the Giovanni Rosso Barolo Cerretta 2003. A bottle I got as a gift, it comes from a lesser-known estate located in Serralunga, the eastern side of the Barolo zone, producing the appellation’s tightest and most ageworthy wines. Cerretta is one of the best vineyards there. 

Owner Davide Rosso is very traditional in his winemaking, which sees long macerations and ageing in large botte oak barrels only (though they are of French wood, not Slavonian as in the old days, coopered by the Italian company Garbellotto). Already pouring the wine into the glass, with its pale transparent crimson colour, it’s obvious this Barolo has nothing to do with the reformist movement that tried to ‘correct’ Nebbiolo’s inherent characteristics, looking for darker, less acidic, softer-tannic wines. And yet this Cerretta 2003 is no stubborn orthodox with punishing tannins. On the contrary, it’s the epitome of elegance. I felt an exhilarating wave of pure sensual pleasure when smelling this: lilies, roses and tulips, raspberries and strawberries, with a counterpoint of almost minty freshness that is so typical of Serralunga Barolos. Really lovely finesse and purity. On the palate it’s a very balanced wine, juicy, fresh, floral, only disclosing its 2003-driven richness and breadth towards the end where the tannins are very assertive but nicely ripe and never drying. And remember this comes from the the hottest and driest vintage on record which brought a wave of tough fruitless reds in many place in Europe. This wine is showing no vintage weakness whatsoever. And it drank beautifully over three days with fantastic composure. 
 
I’ve had many good bottles this year but this, somehow, was special. So extremely typical of why Barolo is special as a wine; proudly traditional yet immensely approachable and enjoyable to drink. And most importantly, with a crystal-clear sense of place that again brought a bit smile of happiness to my face.
Disclaimer
Source of wine: gift from the Polish importer

In Apulia (2): Black and bitter

This gate in the old part of Lecce is a good metaphor of Negroamaro’s current condition.

Besides Primitivo (on which I’ve blogged here), Apulia’s other major grape variety is Negroamaro. It’s by far my preferred of these two. In many aspects, Negroamaro is the exact opposite of Primitivo. It ripens notoriously late, producing wines that are high in acidity and with nervy tannins but not very deeply coloured, with less sensual fruit than Primitivo. While Negroamaro can be harnessed to make some attractive unoaked, early-drinking, fruit-focused modern wines, its major interest in the past have been its ageworthy versions released after years of cask ageing, not in their primary youth but in the glory of their balsamic tertiary evolution. Aged Salice Salentino, the best appellation for this style of wine, as well as Brindisi, Copertino and several other DOCs have been, for me, some of the best wines of Italy’s Meridione.

I approached this trip to Apulia with excitement, therefore, but came back rather disappointed and worried. Old style Negroamaro is an endangered species. The ruthless modernisation of vineyards and cellar practice has swiftly relegated the traditional style to the antic. And there is a wave of Parkerized (or rather ‘Gambero-Rossoed’) Negroamaro that are really some of the most disgusting wines I’ve had of late.

The problem is that Negroamaro doesn’t really lend itself to modern vinification: it doesn’t like new oak, loses its vital freshness quickly when picked late in search of the elusive ‘physiological ripeness’, while its fierce tannins that formerly melted with years of large oak cask ageing, easily become exasperatedly drying when submitted to the Cotarella-style heavy-handed extraction. (Riccardo Cotarella is Italy’s most influential ‘flying winemaker’, and while long absent from Apulia he’s now consulting for some major wineries).  

The Darth Vader of Apulia.


An eloquent example of Negroamaro’s collapse in the hand of the modern style was Leone de CastrisEloveni, supposedly an everyday easy-drinking example of the grape (which it was in the past), now overconcentrated and overextracted through some cellar tricks it’s better to ignore, and made to taste like a soupy ‘forest berries’-infused red that could with equal plausibility be a Colchagua Merlot or a Bulgarian Syrah. To cater for the alleged ‘consumer taste’ it even comes with a generous dollop of residual sugar, for which Mr. Cotarella has even coined a deliciously cynical euphemism of svinatura dolce (‘racking off while still sweet’: this clumsy translation does nothing to communicate the oxymoronic panache of the original). We’ve also had a series of revolting Negroamaros from youngly established wineries such as Antica Masseria del Sigillo, L’Astore, Menhir or Santa Maria del Morige.


New blood lacking, it were the old classics to solitarily defend Negroamaro’s honour. I was lucky enough to attend two mini-verticals of Apulia’s standard-bearers. Duca d’Aragona from the large winery of Candido is a blend of Negroamaro with 20% Montepulciano, aged in small oak. It’s a powerful red that needs plenty of bottle age to mellow, as shown by the tight, iron-cast, minty, aromatically still somewhat vague 2003, which I however trust will join the good vintages of this bottling: the purity of fruit and overall balance are quite fine (though my Apulian hosts dismissed it as ‘too international’; it’s now made by Lombardian consultant Donato Lanati). The 2000 is still too young, though slowly revealing the cherry core of real Negroamaro and its acidic drive, and taking on chocolatey, meaty notes of maturity; it’s another wine where the extract (not speaking of oak) is perfectly gauged, and impressively backward for 9 years of age. The 1998 (still made by Severino Garofano, the dean of Apulian winemakers) is brilliant, with a lovely complex nose full of green notes of mint and camphora, less solar, more mineral than the 2000 or 1997, with wonderfully preserved primary fruit and still some power to go. My preferred vintage was 1997 (my host Franco Ziliani preferred the 1998) that was lighter than the 1998 but had a supreme effortless elegance: fresh, poised, pure, tonic, delicate, still with a kiss of tannins, it was a majestic bottle.

Gratticciaia from Agricole Vallone was introduced in 1996 as an innovation: instead of softening Negroamaro’s rough edges with the soft fruity Malvasia Nera grape and long cask ageing, the grapes are given a few weeks of amarone-like drying on reed matts. The result is an individual, expressive wine with the pruney dried-fruity notes of an amarone but also the Mediterranean herby twist of Apulia. The 2004 (first vintage by new consultant Graziana Grassini) is just a little underwhelming at the moment, showing good depth and harmony on nose but rather simple and short on palate. The 2000 (which I’ve tried in Warsaw not Apulia) is tight, powerful, expressive and impressive but would best be kept for another 5–6 years. The 1998 is a great wine, with a lovely nose less driven by appassimento, flowery, mildly green too (a recurrent characteristic in this vintage), greatly long on palate, quiet, elegant, opening up nicely in the glass over 40 minutes or so, with fantastic firmness and poise on the finish. It can still go on.


I have a weakness for the third of these Negroamaro musketeers: Patriglione from the Cosimo Taurino estate. Made from a lateish harvest but no drying of grapes, Patriglione comes from very old Negroamaro vines and sees some small oak which it digests very well. Here, too, a new winemaker has recently joined: Massimo Tripaldi, and his first vintage, the 2003, is very convincing with richness, power and structure to age well. I’ve recently also had the opportunity to taste the 2001 – more elegant than the 2003, with a textural finesse I found enticing; the slightly less convincing 2000; the 1994 that was a little tired (and had big cork problems with 2 out of 3 bottles tasted) but still showed the Patriglione character; the 1975 – actually the first vintage ever made: read here; and the 1997 which was a unforgettable bottle full of regal fruit, power and elegance at the same time. Patriglione is really a wine to die for, and at only 35€ it’s also quite affordable.

In Apulia (1): Neoprimitivism

I’m in Apulia, the Italian boot’s heel, to have a look at the current wine scene and the recent developments. The tour is organised by Radici Wines, an innovative mini-competition devoted exclusively to indigenous varieties, and my gracious cicerones are renowned wine writer Franco Ziliani and Enzo Scivetti of the Apulian branch of ONAV.

Fellow tasters Kyle Phillips, Rosemary George and Patricia Guy enjoying Pichierri’s Primitivos.

This lowland region is one of Italy’s largest producers of wine, although you’ll be excused for not being familiar with its produce as much of it is sold in bulk and much is of unexciting quality. In fact, Apulia conveys a sense of hopelessness as it has so far failed to create any romance associated with its wines. Sicily generally is jazzy and its Nero d’Avola wines just feel fashionable while Apulia, although its production structure is similar (co-ops, large latifunds, bulk production), is really stuck with its provincial image.


Well, there’s one wine that has managed to emerge from the Apulian magma of no less than 26 obscure wine appellations and as many grape varieties: Primitivo. This grape has been vehicled to fame by its discovered genetic link with Zinfandel and it’s been steadily gaining market share since. 

Manduria’s period of prosperity was the 19th century.

Primitivo yields a controversial wine with massive colour, hyperintense fruit and limitless alcohol. While in the past high yields and conservative harvest times kept the wines within reasonable limits, the modern tendency towards higher concentration has generated wines that are absolutely outrageous. On this tour we’ve visited two Primitivo strongholds, Manduria on the Ionian coast next to Taranto, and the more obscure Gioia del Colle in central Apulia, and on both comparative tastings there were many wines above 15%. One of dry wines was 18.2% while several scored 16% with over 10g of residual sugar. More frighteningly still, Apulia still abides by the old Italian tradition of indicating total potential alcohol on the label (fractioned into svolto – the actual fermented alcohol – and non svolto which effectively is residual sugar). A Primitivo Dolce Naturale from producer Attanasio thus boasts 19.5% on the front label, while the off-dry and semi-sweet wines from veteran Pichierri are 19, 20 and even 21%.

And this even isn’t Polvanera’s strongest wine.


For those port drinkers among you this might not sound all that outrageous but remember that half of a port’s 20% alc. is added in the form of grape spirit. Indeed the sweet Primitivos share many characteristics with port (and at the same time, amarone, being more often than not produced from slightly dried grapes) but have much better balanced alcohol. Semi-sweet red is a marginal style anyway. But the big problem comes with those 16 and 17% dry reds. If you agree that a wine’s primary characteristic is drinkability, Primitivo is born with a serious handicap.



It’s not the grape’s only problem. Naturally low acids and an obvious simplicity of bouquet are another. Combined with the modern tendency towards interventionist viticulture to increase concentration, late picking, heavy extraction, short ageing to boost primary fruit, and new French oak, all this results in Primitivos that are one-dimensional and really rather tiresome to drink. Sure, they have some of the most sensually compelling fruit profiles to be found anywhere, and when skillfully made can provide spectacular wines. Out of the 120-odd we’ve tried I’ve enjoyed those of Fatalone, Plantamura, scJ’o and recent star Polvanera (all from Gioia del Colle) as well as the very amaronish Attanasio, the superconcentrated Mille Una, the meatier, more rustic range of Accademia dei Racemi and the polished Duca Guarini. But a good half of those Primitivos were just too heavy, tiresome and barely drinkable.

Vittorio Pichierri drawing 22-year-old Primitivo from clay amphora.


Although it can be argued that Primitivo as a grape can digest the modern style better than many (surely better than Apulia’s other main grape, Negroamaro), there’s something unique to traditionally-made old-style Primitivo that is sorely missing in the modern examples. A visit to the cellars of Pichierri in the town of Sava (formerly the heart of Primitivo cultivation) was an eye-opening revelation. Produced largely from bought-in grapes from free-growing old vines (alberello), slowly fermented in concrete tanks, largely unoaked, bottled several years after the harvest, and sold ridiculously cheap, Pichierri wines are unlike anything else I’ve tasted. Here, Primitivo reveals an unexpected depth of aroma, a compelling bitter chocolate texture that has nothing to do with the jammy flabbiness of the modern style, and the alcohol – although often even higher than its peers’ – is miraculously well balanced. Everything here is honest, wholesome and dangerously drinkable, from the basic 1.10€-a-liter bulk wine sold to locals in plastic containers (this is an important part of the business in Apulia, and most wineries we visited still sell a sizeable part of their production this way) to the trio of vini dolci naturali, unfortified semi-sweet Primitivos of wonderfully balsamic fruit and staggering expression.


The fun at Pichierri continued with the desealing of a traditional clay amphora called capasone, containing a 22-year-old Primitivo that was fresh as a daisy and deliciously juicy (if a little unclean and bretty), and then the 1975 Primitivo di Sava, one of the great wines of my life. 18% alcohol and a fair bit of sugar, black as ink after 34 of ageing (22 of which in tank), with a fabulously complex bouquet of grand cru chocolate, balsamic vinegar, dried fruits and Christmas spices, and a palate of such vibrancy and unadulterated, fleshy fruit that was beyond the reach of many vintage ports at age 10 and modern Primitivos at age 2.


Pichierri sell quite a bit on export markets and although largely ignored by the press and critics, they seem to be in good commercial shape. I truly hope they can continue to make Primitivo as they have for 30 years. When they stop, it’s one of Italy’s best kept classic secrets that dies out. 

See another report on this visit by Franco Ziliani