The flavor of pear in wine of Sliven
Discover the of Sliven wines revealing the of pear flavor during the olphactive analysis (nose) and during the gustative analysis (mouth).
The wine region of Sliven of Bulgaria. Wineries and vineyards like the Domaine Rossidi produce mainly wines white. The most planted grape varieties in the region of Sliven are Gewurztraminer, they are then used in wines in blends or as a single variety. On the nose of Sliven often reveals types of flavors of non oak, earth or oak and sometimes also flavors of tree fruit, spices or citrus fruit.
We currently count 1 estates and châteaux in the of Sliven, producing 1 different wines in conventional, organic and biodynamic agriculture. The wines of Sliven go well with generally quite well with dishes of rich fish (salmon, tuna etc), spicy food or sweet desserts.
It’s easy to forget that the southern Rhône’s four most prevalent red varieties aren’t indigenous. Grenache, Carignan and Mourvèdre all appear to originate from Spain; Syrah made its way down the river from the northern Rhône. Of the long tail of other grapes, most have their roots closer to home. Plantings have dwindled in recent years, but today local varieties are experiencing renewed interest. One that’s finding a lot of fans – both in the Rhône and further afield – is Counoise. Scroll down ...
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I’d visited Kakheti, Kartli and Imereti before – Georgia’s dominant central wine-producing zones; but never the wild exterior. From the ice-crisped cemetery grass of the 11th-century church of St George, dominating the mountaintop village of Mravaldzali, we looked north across the mountains of the Greater Caucasus, Europe’s highest. The silence, and the vista, was daunting. Hundreds of dry, drab valleys lost themselves in as many snowy peaks. Russia lay beyond. There was, apparently, a way over: ...