The Barolo Escapade


A BAROLO ESCAPADE

 

In the best interest of the over extravagantly priced vacation home, I cup the slabs of the freshest recent victim upon the marble fucking countertops; Fuck it, keep the deposit; I AM IN THE FLESH.

To the wine cellar I deliriously and unhealthily wander, wondering if anyone was going to join me, be with me, ACCEPT ME. But time is ticking like the curse it had become; Being brutally blunt with me;  “You are fucking alone!”

 

So, to the wine cellar already, reminiscing about the hot, rich snatch I once hungered within, and the thought of all of their after world moisture, fucking within the moment.

 

“TO THE FUCKING WINE CELLAR!”  I sense the collection is superior, fixating upon a vintage bottle of Barolo that pleads to be plucked; Grab the “Iron Fist in the Velvet Glove”, a fine Barolo, and get upstairs to get on with your diseased feasting.

Yes, that obsessive, carnivorous disease had begun to haunt me, consume me, control me, making me the heathen I had BECOME.

“Best make sure I indulge deeply.”  Out of the wine cellar, back at the tattered marble kitchen counter, properly beginning to decant my fine Barolo, I begin to poetically throw piece after piece of new human I had been preparing down the gullet.   I am ill now, wandered in the forest well after the mid night hour and it DEVOURED ME, making me false promises. I would feel nothing. I see into my own regret and anger, as I progressively begin to chomp more and more obsessively upon each salty, bloody piece of recent kill.

“OHHHHHHHH!”  I bellow in semi sharp evolving pain, grabbing for a crystal glass to hedonistically throw back my Itailian delight;  Barolo, aggressive, seductive, course, rustic, elegant. I nose the glass and timeless juice meticulously, taking in each profound scent and essential character; Acidity that pairs perfectly with that that hearty entrée with a sublime tannic mouthfeel.  Earth, depth, exuding  a forever memorable persona.  I begin to become one within the fresh flesh, cursing the outside illuminated moon, giving it the cursed finger; exclaiming things were going to become one with me; THE DEMONS SOMETIME PREVAILS.

 

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2007 Giovanni Manzone Barolo Bricat


Gifting  a sensational nose of mint, sweet perfume and cedar. This beautiful Barolo offers firm tannins and lively acidity while expressing  flavors of mild truffle, tart red cherry, tobacco, spice across the palate.  Keep Drinking and Keep Believing. 

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Giovanni Manzone Il Crutin Langhe 2009 Nebbiolo


Rose red hue with an enticing nose of baked cherry pie, clove and musk.  Absolutely amazed by how approachable and drinkable this wine is for being so young. Rustic flavors of lavender, clay, dark chocolate and bright red cherry seal the deal!  Keep Drinking and Keep Believing.

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