It's always a delight when I am presented with an opportunity to practice my (increasingly rusty) Italian. Enter Luciano Landi. A winemaker from Marche, he is as impeccably dressed and effortlessly charming as I have come to expect Italian men of a certain age (of any age) to be, and his English was somewhat hesitant at best. Cue the tiger pouncing. We got on famously, and I purchased two bottles. Well, under normal circumstances I wouldn't have, I'm sure, but nostalgia holds sway like undertow and I'm happy I came up with my head above water. It's all been a bit much, lately.
Lacrima di Morro d’Alba. Cin Cin!