Pinot Nero

The 2012 heatwave left its mark all over this. Toasted sunflower seeds and black berries cooked in the Friulian sun, old jam starting to crystallize at the edges. Those signature pine notes still poke through, like someone trying to maintain composure in a sauna. Dried cranberries, that slightly medicinal edge of fruit pushed too far. On the palate it's properly baked - not sweet exactly, but carrying that overripe heaviness that hot vintages tattoo onto wines. The acidity's still there, fighting the good fight, but the whole thing tastes scorched, like fruit leather left on a radiator. Where the 2018 was an awkward teenager, this is a middle-aged wine that spent too much time at the beach. Still interesting, still unmistakably Bressan, but marked forever by that brutal summer.