Posts in the category italy
Shameless. Fucking shameless.
Ghemme, Ioppa, 2004. A wine that smells like all those memories you goddamn wish you had. But you don’t. You loser.
In which a glass of delicious Valpolicella is pressed into the not-remotely-reluctant hand of Old Parn, and he feels guilty, the next day, for his inability to review it properly
… will flirt fruitily with your nose, before getting gruff with your gob
In which Old Parn’s first guest blogger, Elly Tams, has her knickers charmed off by Prosecco
… is the kind of white wine I’m very happy to shove in my face, repeatedly, perhaps even to excess. And at this price, you should shove it into yours, too.
… is a happy wine. And the perfect stimulus for a collaborative essay about contemporary art
… is neither despicable nor mucky. Or, if it is a tiny bit mucky, only in a reassuringly rustic kind of way.
… scores a little bit lower than a waiter with a funny-shaped head
… will grant you that delicious deep, scented freshness of your garden after a summer rainstorm — but without the risk of some bastard tree dripping down your neck