Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
Last night, a half bottle of this unsung but well-distributed monopole was just what the MD ordered. Shiny acidity, unfawning but lapidated fruit, light and clear, unfolding its wares slowly, like a new visitor with self-esteem. A welcome anthithesis to opulence, woodiness and pointiness. Not the bee's knees, but pleasing to both the amygdala and my glands.