The flavor of grass in wine of Calabre
Discover the of Calabre wines revealing the of grass flavor during the olphactive analysis (nose) and during the gustative analysis (mouth).
Calabria is a wine region in southern Italy, in fact a large peninsula that juts out between the Ionian Sea and the Tyrrhenian Sea. It is separated from Sicily by the narrow Strait of Messina. Its northern border with Basilicata is marked by the peaks of the southern Apennines. Calabria and its wines have undergone many influences over the centuries.
It was the ancient Greeks who first cultivated wine vines here. For many centuries, Calabrian wines were famous not only in Italy, but also in other European countries. However, their glory began to Fade with competition from French regions such as Bordeaux. These were closer, both geographically and culturally, to key markets such as London and Amsterdam.
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I n 2009 Prosecco was re-mapped in sweeping changes that created an extensive new zone for the production of Prosecco DOC and elevated the traditional growing areas of Valdobbiadene-Conegliano to DOCG, Italy’s top denomination. At that time, one might have overlooked the fact that the new legislation also created a small, independent DOCG for Asolo Prosecco to the west of the river Piave. The sparkling wines of the area had low visibility, producers were few and production was limited. However t ...
According to lifestyle and happiness guru Gretchen Rubin, you ‘bring your own weather to a picnic’. Ms Rubin, I’d suggest, has never shivered under a tree watching raindrops turn her fish-paste sandwich to mush because the weather forecast was wrong. There are, it’s safe to say, picnics and Picnics. It’s a term that takes in everything from a rubber baguette in a French ‘Aire’ off the Autoroute du Soleil to a four-course spread while listening to opera at Glyndebourne. What’s definitely true is ...