Langhe Rosso

Tasted blind and called it - Roagna (the lineup was known upfront). The tell? Old-school charm without Burlotto's perfume obsession, plus a more muscular frame that gives the game away. Six years old and still playing young. Wild strawberry meets red flowers in a dusty library - all leather, musk, and earth. The palate's wonderfully dry, tea-stained and earthy, but the fruit keeps everything honest. Proper concentration, lively acidity. Tradition with attitude, beauty without makeup.