I had the Sicilian Sangiovese. It was a beautiful experience. Such that it left angels speechless…
…and Bacchus patted my head affectionately, with a Humphrey Bogart accent, saying ‘you done good, kid. You done good’.
You should have been there. But then I would have had to share. And I was already sharing it between two members of the family.
I didn’t give into temptation in the wee hours of the morning as mentioned in the previous post. I just let the wine be (reluctantly) until my brother-in-law was ready to open it.
I had some again this afternoon while I worked on the computer. Only a bit. But I got a bit light-headed. Should have checked the alcohol content. All I know is that I opened the fridge and before I knew it, I was pouring myself some.
I like the colour of Sangiovese wine – it’s a deep rich red. I think that’s one thing red wine has over white wine. The visual appeal.
This one tasted a bit dry, but it also had a certain level of sweetness that rounded it off quite nicely. If it was part of a sentence, it would be an ellipsis (dot, dot, dot) rather than an abrupt and final full stop.
It’s my wine of choice at the moment …until my tongue elopes with another vintage. I really like it.
As I’m into the meaning of names, I thought I’d find out more about what the name ‘Sangiovese’ actually means.
‘Sangiovese’ is derived from the Latin word ‘sanguis Jovis’ which means ‘the blood of Jove’. Jove (or Jupiter) is a deity prevalent in Roman mythology. He was the god of gods, so to speak (similar to Zeus in Greek mythology).
The weekend’s winding its merry way round. I do hope you have a good one.
Ciao!
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