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Third time with this wine and it keeps revealing new angles. Still that unmistakable Bressan polish - amber, composed, deceptively calm on entry. Tonight it leaned more into candied apricot, toasted almond, and orange peel, with a malty depth that reminds you this spent serious time in oak. The tannins are there but completely absorbed into the texture - you feel structure, not grip. Acidity still razor-sharp, keeping the richness honest. Long, warm finish with honey and dried fruit trailing off. Gorgeous wine that somehow manages to be both old-school and effortless.

Fulvio Bressan's radical orange wine hits like a sauna in a bottle - all pine needles and birch brooms. Then come cognac whispers, toasted nuts, dried fruits, and what I swear is Easter paska bread. Proper malty depth. The tannins from that month-long skin contact behave themselves surprisingly well, woven into the fabric rather than sticking out. High-wire acidity keeps everything charged and focused. Long, structured, unapologetically old-school. It's like listening to your grandfather tell stories - you know he's embellishing, but you don't care because it's so damn compelling.