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Arneis
Arneis
Arneis
Often called a rascal by those who tried to tame me in the fields, I possess a gentle spirit in the glass. Think of a white flower blooming unexpectedly in a rugged Italian landscape, surprising everyone with delicate charm.
Often called a rascal by those who tried to tame me in the fields, I possess a gentle spirit in the glass. Think of a white flower blooming unexpectedly in a rugged Italian landscape, surprising everyone with delicate charm.
Often called a rascal by those who tried to tame me in the fields, I possess a gentle spirit in the glass. Think of a white flower blooming unexpectedly in a rugged Italian landscape, surprising everyone with delicate charm.
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Rich Whites
Body
Soft Muscle
Tannins
No Resistance
Acidity
Vibrant Balance
Sugar
Savagely Dry
Why you'll like me
Why you'll like me
I'm aromatic
I'm textured
I'm floral
If you're tired of screamingly acidic whites that strip the enamel off your teeth, I'm your best friend. I offer a soft, textured mouthfeel full of stone fruits and flowers without being heavy or cloying. My signature almond finish is something people crave when they want elegance over aggression. I'm a smooth operator in a glass who prefers whispering over shouting.
If you're tired of screamingly acidic whites that strip the enamel off your teeth, I'm your best friend. I offer a soft, textured mouthfeel full of stone fruits and flowers without being heavy or cloying. My signature almond finish is something people crave when they want elegance over aggression. I'm a smooth operator in a glass who prefers whispering over shouting.
If you're tired of screamingly acidic whites that strip the enamel off your teeth, I'm your best friend. I offer a soft, textured mouthfeel full of stone fruits and flowers without being heavy or cloying. My signature almond finish is something people crave when they want elegance over aggression. I'm a smooth operator in a glass who prefers whispering over shouting.
Why maybe not
I'm delicate
I'm subtle
I'm sensitive
Sometimes I just don't have that razor-sharp zing some people expect from an Italian white. If the weather gets too hot, I lose my zip and turn a bit lazy and flabby. I used to be difficult in the cellar too, often getting tired before the bottle was even corked, though modern winemakers have mostly fixed my attitude.
Sometimes I just don't have that razor-sharp zing some people expect from an Italian white. If the weather gets too hot, I lose my zip and turn a bit lazy and flabby. I used to be difficult in the cellar too, often getting tired before the bottle was even corked, though modern winemakers have mostly fixed my attitude.
When drinking, notice this
Stone fruit
Almond finish
Floral perfume
You'll immediately spot my perfume of white peaches and pears mingling with jasmine. On the palate, I don't bite back with acid. Instead, I coat your mouth with a silky weight that lingers pleasantly. Keep an eye out for that classic bitter almond twist at the very end. It's my little trademark signature that keeps you coming back for another sip.
You'll immediately spot my perfume of white peaches and pears mingling with jasmine. On the palate, I don't bite back with acid. Instead, I coat your mouth with a silky weight that lingers pleasantly. Keep an eye out for that classic bitter almond twist at the very end. It's my little trademark signature that keeps you coming back for another sip.
You'll immediately spot my perfume of white peaches and pears mingling with jasmine. On the palate, I don't bite back with acid. Instead, I coat your mouth with a silky weight that lingers pleasantly. Keep an eye out for that classic bitter almond twist at the very end. It's my little trademark signature that keeps you coming back for another sip.
They also call me
No regional nicks
MY LIFE STORIES
The Little Rascal
The Little Rascal
The Little Rascal
I was born in the rolling hills of Roero in Piedmont. My local farmers gave me a name that translates roughly to "little rascal" or "difficult person," and honestly, I earned it. I was a nightmare to grow, falling off the trellis or ripening unpredictably. For centuries, I wasn't the main event. I was just the sweet white thing planted next to the serious Nebbiolo vines to distract the birds or soften up the red wines. I was the sacrificial lamb, or rather, the sacrificial fruit.
I was born in the rolling hills of Roero in Piedmont. My local farmers gave me a name that translates roughly to "little rascal" or "difficult person," and honestly, I earned it. I was a nightmare to grow, falling off the trellis or ripening unpredictably. For centuries, I wasn't the main event. I was just the sweet white thing planted next to the serious Nebbiolo vines to distract the birds or soften up the red wines. I was the sacrificial lamb, or rather, the sacrificial fruit.
Nearly Forgotten
Nearly Forgotten
Nearly Forgotten
By the 1960s, I was practically a ghost. Nobody wanted to deal with my tantrums in the vineyard anymore, and everyone was obsessed with easy-growing international varieties. I dwindled down to just a few patches of vines, totally neglected and hidden among the reds. I was staring extinction right in the face. If it weren't for a couple of visionary winemakers who saw my potential when everyone else saw a weed, I would have vanished into the history books forever.
By the 1960s, I was practically a ghost. Nobody wanted to deal with my tantrums in the vineyard anymore, and everyone was obsessed with easy-growing international varieties. I dwindled down to just a few patches of vines, totally neglected and hidden among the reds. I was staring extinction right in the face. If it weren't for a couple of visionary winemakers who saw my potential when everyone else saw a weed, I would have vanished into the history books forever.
My Comeback
My Comeback
My Comeback
Alfred Currado and Bruno Giacosa decided I was worth the trouble. They rescued me, figured out how to ferment me properly so I didn't oxidize immediately, and showed the world my true colors. Now, I'm the white wine pride of Roero. I went from being bird bait to being one of Italy's most respected white wines. I might still be a bit tricky in the vineyard, but now everyone knows the effort is worth the reward in the glass.
Alfred Currado and Bruno Giacosa decided I was worth the trouble. They rescued me, figured out how to ferment me properly so I didn't oxidize immediately, and showed the world my true colors. Now, I'm the white wine pride of Roero. I went from being bird bait to being one of Italy's most respected white wines. I might still be a bit tricky in the vineyard, but now everyone knows the effort is worth the reward in the glass.
REGIONS I LEAD
REGIONS I HELP
Sonoma County
If Napa is the guy in the tuxedo, Sonoma is the cool friend in designer jeans and a flannel shirt. It is huge, spanning valleys and coastlines, offering a dizzying array of styles for every palate.
If Napa is the guy in the tuxedo, Sonoma is the cool friend in designer jeans and a flannel shirt. It is huge, spanning valleys and coastlines, offering a dizzying array of styles for every palate.
Willamette Valley
Grab your flannel shirt and prepare for cool-climate perfection. This massive stretch of land proves that you don't need French citizenship to make world-class wine, just a lot of patience and a high tolerance for drizzle.
Grab your flannel shirt and prepare for cool-climate perfection. This massive stretch of land proves that you don't need French citizenship to make world-class wine, just a lot of patience and a high tolerance for drizzle.
SUB-REGIONS I LEAD
Roero
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Piedmont
)
Located just across the Tanaro river from the big shots, this area loves sand more than a beach bum. It is where Arneis reigns supreme and Nebbiolo learns to chill out a bit.
Located just across the Tanaro river from the big shots, this area loves sand more than a beach bum. It is where Arneis reigns supreme and Nebbiolo learns to chill out a bit.
Langhe
(
Piedmont
)
Think of this place as the VIP lounge of Italian wine. It is where Barolo and Barbaresco hang out, shrouded in mist and obsessed with expensive mushrooms, offering hills that look like a patchwork quilt of deliciousness.
Think of this place as the VIP lounge of Italian wine. It is where Barolo and Barbaresco hang out, shrouded in mist and obsessed with expensive mushrooms, offering hills that look like a patchwork quilt of deliciousness.
SUB-REGIONS I HELP
Russian River Valley
(
Sonoma County
)
Imagine a place where nature leaves the air conditioner on thanks to the Pacific Ocean. This famous AVA sets the global standard for California cool-climate wines, offering a misty sanctuary for thin-skinned berries and patience.
Imagine a place where nature leaves the air conditioner on thanks to the Pacific Ocean. This famous AVA sets the global standard for California cool-climate wines, offering a misty sanctuary for thin-skinned berries and patience.
Santa Ynez Valley
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Central Coast
)
Spanning a massive east-west corridor, this valley is basically a climate shapeshifter. You get chilly ocean breezes on one end and baking heat on the other, meaning you can grow almost anything here without trying too hard.
Spanning a massive east-west corridor, this valley is basically a climate shapeshifter. You get chilly ocean breezes on one end and baking heat on the other, meaning you can grow almost anything here without trying too hard.
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