Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
Circa 2004, after a wine expo, the same distributor who sold me half a case of 99 Monprivato sotto il tavolo said "Psst, have I got a deal for you, half a dozen Vietti Barolos for $150." I took the bait, and they have been occupying space in my wine fridge ever since. Over the week I opened two. At this point in my wine mis-education, I wasn’t so much anticipating pleasure but wanted to make space, relieve my curiosity and test how modern they are.
2000 Vietti Barolo Lazzarito Serralunga d’Alba 14.0%
Long and beautiful cork (at least they care, or spend). Decanted for an hour. Dark berries, hint of tar, light whiff of oak. No violets or roses, sigh. Mouth shows more oak than nose, but not egregious. Mixed with lard. Alcohol unobtrusive. Well resolved tannins. Surprise, surprise, refreshing acidity. The latter, hopefully natural, made it quite drinkable. Right after pouring, the fruit tasted fresh; after 15 mins, it began to taste pruney; I began to fear this be no friend to oxygen; after another 15 mins, it went back to fresh. Puzzling. On day two, the remaining third went back to pruneland, so three strikes against one.
2001 Vietti Barolo Lazzarito Serralunga d’Alba 14.0%
Plenty of oak on the bottleneck. Decanted for an hour. Monochromic but clean and elegant fruit aromas, steely, ramrod, aquiline. The oak, alas, remains obtrusive. Mouth shows same refreshing acidity of the 2000. Grippy tannins. Very pure fruit, not jammy or stewed. All compromised by excessive wood. Thanks to the lovely fruit, this was a pleasure to drink, but I had to keep overlooking the oak. On day two, the remaining third remained fresh, and the oak was less present. The fact that the fruit was potable this young may be due to 4 months in barriques before 32 months in botti, so wood flavor may be the price (most people are quite happy to pay) for not having to wait another 5 or 10 years. But the waiting, I want to believe, would have generated something even finer. But modernity, here, is less objectionable than most of what I taste from the new world.
Writing about these two got me thinking about modernity, a stance I love in art but spurn in wine. I have little patience for art reactionaries, so how did I get to become a wine reactionary? Am I being inconsistent? Does this mean I have to, say, abjure De Chirico's metaphysical phase in favor of the prancing horses of his neoclassical "return to order" years? Or, more likely, are we wine reactionaries simply the new vanguard of wine? Hmm, I like that, but perhaps I flatter ourselves.
More practically, what do I find so objectionable in wine modernity, taste-wise? If future magic is swapped for early gratification, how do these accelerators manifest themselves to the senses? I don't know enough about the consequences of different maceration vessels, temperatures, durations, floating v. closed cap, rotofermenters, reverse osmosis, cryoextraction, artificial micro-ox, cold stabilization, filtration, fining, The Color Purple, etc., but I can list the handful of manifestations I don't care for, and speculate about how they came about:
1) Baked/stewed/cooked/jammy flavors; suggests overripe picking
2) Insufficient (natural) acidity; suggests overripe picking, requires acidification
3) Salient alcohol; suggests overripe picking (aha, a trend)
4) Too much oak flavor from new barriques and/or over toasting; suggests, at worst, a desire for oak flavor or, at best, a desire for maximum barrel oxygenation
So, overripe picking seems to be my bogey man. I seem to mind acidification much more than chaptalization, perhaps because I think I can detect the former but not the latter. More likely, the nature of modernity is such that it requires acidification much more frequently than it does chaptalization.
This may also be a personal backlash against Andean garbage, but the truth is overripe picking is possible anywhere.
2000 Vietti Barolo Lazzarito Serralunga d’Alba 14.0%
Long and beautiful cork (at least they care, or spend). Decanted for an hour. Dark berries, hint of tar, light whiff of oak. No violets or roses, sigh. Mouth shows more oak than nose, but not egregious. Mixed with lard. Alcohol unobtrusive. Well resolved tannins. Surprise, surprise, refreshing acidity. The latter, hopefully natural, made it quite drinkable. Right after pouring, the fruit tasted fresh; after 15 mins, it began to taste pruney; I began to fear this be no friend to oxygen; after another 15 mins, it went back to fresh. Puzzling. On day two, the remaining third went back to pruneland, so three strikes against one.
2001 Vietti Barolo Lazzarito Serralunga d’Alba 14.0%
Plenty of oak on the bottleneck. Decanted for an hour. Monochromic but clean and elegant fruit aromas, steely, ramrod, aquiline. The oak, alas, remains obtrusive. Mouth shows same refreshing acidity of the 2000. Grippy tannins. Very pure fruit, not jammy or stewed. All compromised by excessive wood. Thanks to the lovely fruit, this was a pleasure to drink, but I had to keep overlooking the oak. On day two, the remaining third remained fresh, and the oak was less present. The fact that the fruit was potable this young may be due to 4 months in barriques before 32 months in botti, so wood flavor may be the price (most people are quite happy to pay) for not having to wait another 5 or 10 years. But the waiting, I want to believe, would have generated something even finer. But modernity, here, is less objectionable than most of what I taste from the new world.
Writing about these two got me thinking about modernity, a stance I love in art but spurn in wine. I have little patience for art reactionaries, so how did I get to become a wine reactionary? Am I being inconsistent? Does this mean I have to, say, abjure De Chirico's metaphysical phase in favor of the prancing horses of his neoclassical "return to order" years? Or, more likely, are we wine reactionaries simply the new vanguard of wine? Hmm, I like that, but perhaps I flatter ourselves.
More practically, what do I find so objectionable in wine modernity, taste-wise? If future magic is swapped for early gratification, how do these accelerators manifest themselves to the senses? I don't know enough about the consequences of different maceration vessels, temperatures, durations, floating v. closed cap, rotofermenters, reverse osmosis, cryoextraction, artificial micro-ox, cold stabilization, filtration, fining, The Color Purple, etc., but I can list the handful of manifestations I don't care for, and speculate about how they came about:
1) Baked/stewed/cooked/jammy flavors; suggests overripe picking
2) Insufficient (natural) acidity; suggests overripe picking, requires acidification
3) Salient alcohol; suggests overripe picking (aha, a trend)
4) Too much oak flavor from new barriques and/or over toasting; suggests, at worst, a desire for oak flavor or, at best, a desire for maximum barrel oxygenation
So, overripe picking seems to be my bogey man. I seem to mind acidification much more than chaptalization, perhaps because I think I can detect the former but not the latter. More likely, the nature of modernity is such that it requires acidification much more frequently than it does chaptalization.
This may also be a personal backlash against Andean garbage, but the truth is overripe picking is possible anywhere.