Damilano
Langhe Arneis
Arneis always strikes me as a softer wine—this one make me feel like I’m tucked into clean linens after eating a peach cobbler. The air is warm but not hot, it’s an early summer breeze in a glass, soothing without being basic. Is this a citric finish? Yeah. Is there an orange grove one field over and a honeysuckle trellising its way up the walls, right outside your crisp linen sheets? I think so. This is one of those wines that really grows and tells you more the more you lie still and listen.
Arneis always strikes me as a softer wine—this one make me feel like I’m tucked into clean linens after eating a peach cobbler. The air is warm but not hot, it’s an early summer breeze in a glass, soothing without being basic. Is this a citric finish? Yeah. Is there an orange grove one field over and a honeysuckle trellising its way up the walls, right outside your crisp linen sheets? I think so. This is one of those wines that really grows and tells you more the more you lie still and listen.
May 6th, 2024