A Rosso That Breaks the Rules
Some wines are well-behaved. They sit quietly on the shelf, play nicely with pasta, and never speak unless spoken to. This Rosso is the work of Margherita and Francesca Padovani, twin sisters with dirt under their nails and an uncanny ability to coax magic from the hills of Poggio San Polo, a southeastern slice of Montalcino where the slopes are steep, the forests are whispering, and Monte Amiata stands guard like a stoic Italian uncle—keeping things cool when the weather gets testy.
Their estate isn’t just sustainably farmed—it’s cosmically considered. Every vine is hand-tended according to the biodynamic calendar, with vineyard work timed to lunar phases, planetary alignments, and, one assumes, the occasional eyebrow raise from skeptical neighbors. But hey, whatever they’re doing, it works.
Fermentation happens in steel and open-top plastic tanks—unorthodox, perhaps, but highly effective—followed by 21 months in oak, long enough to develop poise, short enough to keep its rebellious streak.
What’s in the glass? Freshness, structure, spice, and a surprisingly graceful finish, like a ballerina who also splits firewood. It’s a Rosso with soul, smarts, and the kind of nuance that reminds you why Sangiovese is a grape worth listening to.
This is a wine for real dinners, not calendar appointments. Think braised meats, mushroom risotto, or just you, a glass, and a quiet rebellion against mediocrity.
So go ahead—open something with depth, with story, with roots tangled in tradition and a nose turned up at convention.
Order now, or regret it next full moon.
This is not one of those wines.
The fruit for this wine comes from two expressive plots. One, planted in 1999, adds lift and elegance thanks to its cooler northern exposure and clay-rich soils. The other, once a Cabernet vineyard before having a midlife crisis and embracing its true Sangiovese identity in 2012, brings depth and swagger.
