As Hurricane Irene bristles against the East Coast, a cool damp breeze rustles in through my window; and as I relax from a week’s work, I find myself looking for a wine that is deep enough to get lost in, on this rainy evening. I immediately thought “Italy.”
I picked up the Oddero Barolo off my shelf and looked at the vintage: 2004. At seven years old, this might be a bit too young, but I’ve made the mistake of over-aging Barolo before, so I decided to go for it.
Thank God I did. This wine is exactly what I was looking for. Opening the bottle I got this whiff of something old, but rich. This wine is an adventure unto itself, like going through a box of old photos in the attic that you’ve never seen before. There is something familiar about it, whether it’s the dark, flavorful fruit, or the soft, smooth, elegant tannins, or dark yet floral nose and deep red color, I’m not sure which. And yet it feels as though all these comforting characteristics hide behind a thin vale of an ancient history, like a silk sheet over and intricate and lavish piece of quality furniture, that while a bit faded with age, is even more gorgeous than the day it was built.