Here’s what bothered me. Alcohol isn’t floating politely at the top of a bottle of wine, waiting to be poured away. You can’t strain it out. You can’t fish it out. There is unfortunately no tiny winery employee standing over the tank with tweezers, removing ethanol molecules one by one….
I understand the suspicion. Non-alcoholic wine comes from grapes. Grape juice comes from grapes. Neither one needs to contain enough alcohol to make a dinner conversation more interesting. And some non-alcoholic wines taste noticeably sweeter than the real thing. So when my fifteen-euro bottle of alcohol-free Moscato lands on the…
I bought a non-alcoholic Moscato recently. Fifteen euros. For a wine that, with the alcohol left in, usually costs half that. Moscato has never been a wine that demands respect at the till. It’s cheap, sweet, easy, the wine equivalent of a song you enjoy without needing to defend it….
Someone always says the same thing about non-alcoholic wine. You honestly can’t tell the difference. I want to tell the difference immediately whenever I hear that. You took a finished wine. You pulled out one of the compounds responsible for its body, its aroma, its whole weight in the mouth….
On July 30th, in the villages of Gussago and Montorfano, pickers walked into the vineyards of Franciacorta and started the earliest harvest this region has ever recorded. Not earliest in a decade. Earliest, full stop, since anyone started keeping track. Weeks of temperatures sitting around 37 to 38 degrees Celsius…
I noticed it before I understood why. A bottle that had no business tasting as good as it did, sitting on the everyday shelf at my local shop here in Veneto, priced like it wasn’t expecting anyone to take it seriously. Turns out I wasn’t imagining things, and neither are…
Some people update their LinkedIn headline to “open to work.” Somebody at Cepa 21 apparently had a different exit strategy in mind. In the early hours of February 18, 2024, someone walked into this respected Ribera del Duero winery in Castrillo de Duero, Spain, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and in…
There’s a specific look people arrive in Italy with. Not the “I’m on holiday” look. The “I must not mess this up” look. It shows up at restaurants first. Before the food. Before the wine. Before anyone has even opened a menu. They sit down and suddenly become extremely careful…
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