It has been said before on diablog, I am a lucky bastard. Today is a great example.
After days – and nights – of work, when all was done, a friend and I went for a delicious meal at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. The patron sensed, we were celebrating, and offered two spectacular wines.
The first one was a rare red wine from South Tyrol, northern Italy. Glynsky and Smiles probably know it.
The grape is Lagrein, the one we enjoyed was a Tiefenbrunner 2008 Lintictarus Riserva Pinot Nero (Alto Adige).
The owner had opened the bottle before and it was ready for consumption. What a teat. If you don’t trust me, read a short review here.
When we had finished our meal and the bottle, the padron asked, whether we were in the mood for something even better. This is what he came up with:
An Amarone della Valpolicella, one of the nicest red wines in the world. At least in my humble opinion.
When we had agreed to the first bottle earlier, the padron had opened the Amarone for us. With a good hour of breathing, the 2008 Marsi Costaser
was ready, its aroma fully unfolded.
In any case, we had one more bottle opened at the restaurant, carefully transported it home, and we will enjoy it now, along with some great music and a cigar.
The music, I hope Iren and the Invernessdruid will like it too, is Nothing else matters by Metallica, in the version with the San Francisco Symphonic Orchestra:
Great friends, delicious food, world class wine, a nice cigar and great music. What more could one ask for?
Your lucky bastard,