The distance from the vineyard of Arcuria bordered by that CircumEtnea railway line on the edge of Passopisciaro to the Calcagno winery isn’t far. Lucky to share the bottle a few metres further up the hill watching the last daylight fade on Etna‘s northern slope. Think I may have got a bit throat lumpy but still managed a swallow. Ah, wine and place. Fine tart essence of raspberry juice with a lot of cherry and a bit of strawberry sweet fruit. If you concentrate on the passing trail of flavour, there seems to be a swell of something like that smell when you empty a fire grate of its fine white wood ash. Auto volcano suggestion? There is something sulphury going on but it’s not the bitterness of bad H2S wine making. Odd thoughts do seem to infest a wine lover’s brain. Anyway, another beautifully made, delicious bottle of Etna Rosso. Just ripe, intense red fruit with a sweep of austere dryness leads straight to the table.
14% alcohol but no heat. Diam. Bargain, see the Calcagno Bianco post.
94 points.
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