Last night I drank a Chianti.
Hmmm.
of a winery that was awarded best wine of the year. (Do not say the year!)
Hmmm.
Then, I was born in the wine world. Fortunately. I love the wine, yes, the wine, the one with a capital.
More years pass and more beyond me that is becoming a matter of marketing.
Yes, I know, after all the experience I have gained a more disenchanted.
But there is much talk of "+ quality - quantity" and then make you fall in his arms. Constantly.
Well, someone will say, at least I'm consistent!
The Chianti last night was so flat that, by comparison, the sea calm serenity of a sunrise looks like the storm of the century!
Ok, the price was high, but it is a DOCG, no?
And nobody is saying they're so I'm used to the Abruzzese and Montepulciano which is a much more full-bodied wine. I will drink all the wines! And that, dramatizing a bit ', comparing him to a Tavernello.
And, sorry, not to offend the producers of that wine, but I do not feel right singing the praises of wine.
short, great wine regions, high-sounding names, beautiful labels, bottles engaging, but always the same story: there is in wine consumption is high.
Many times people do not even know the bottles that blend well with a wine being produced, why they buy it, just trying to pay it and then sell it to that.
And do not even do a drama, but last night the wine is a Chianti, one of the standard-bearer of Italian wine in the world.
Yes, in the various countries of the world then there's this whole culture of wine and wine for many it is mostly a fashion, but that's another story.
Enough!
I want the poets of Wine!
But not those who drink the wine and then inspired to write verses, but who knows how to write well is always welcome.
I want it the true poets of Wine, those who do the wine and they do good.
Why produce a good wine is an art. To pass down.
Prosit!
Hasta Lueger. 
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