The flavor of apricot in wine of Marches
Discover the of Marches wines revealing the of apricot flavor during the olphactive analysis (nose) and during the gustative analysis (mouth).
Marche (or Le Marche; pronounced Mar-kay) is a region in eastern CentralItaly. It is most associated with white wines made from Trebbiano and Verdicchio grapes. Marche occupies a roughly triangular area. Its longer sides are formed by the Apennine Mountains to the west and the Adriatic Sea to the east.
Emilia-Romagna and Abruzzo are its northern and southern neighbours respectively, and it is separated from Umbria only by the Apennines. The Marche has a number of terroirs that are very well suited to grape-growing. The rolling coastal hills, such as those around Ancona, are a notable example. Due to the influence of the Apennines, the Adriatic and the rivers of the region (the Metauro, the Potenza, the Tronto and the Nera), the Marche is subject to different climates.
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