Some may feel the name is little more than cheesy. Others take a different track- a touch of much welcomed humour in the swirl of pomposity that comprises the world of wine.
So Conan the Barbera it is; a bottle ordered (from FindWine
) simply on its pun-drenched title.
Love the name, love the wine (hate the dirty, tatty look to the label). A damn decent Italian red. A barbera at the richer, robust end of the scale. Still offering a rustic edge, a bright acidic sword-thrust on the finish, something four-legged, gripped between those muscular thighs on the nose; the man’s important bits wrapped in an expensive silk cloth.
It is rich, big, rather beefy… oh my; is there a word that implies ‘big’ enough to encapsulate this bottle? Oh, yeh there is… Conan. More attractive than an Arnold Schwarzenegger incarnation I should add…
Wine Tasting Note: Conan The Barbera, 2007, Barbera d’Asti, Piemonte, Italy.
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Astride a horse, rides a sweaty Conan, big and muscled, clad in the briefest of silk loin cloths. Alcohol 14.5%.
Andrew BarrowScribblings Rating – 90/100 [ out of 5]
The rear label, mucky design apart, is a blast:
“Well done! You picked it up and hey, you’re reading the back label. I like you already, you’re my type of person – daring, not too conventional… great.
Now can I ask you a personal question? – do you like big, muscly Italians? If that’s a no, well it was nice to know you, if just for a short while (sigh)
But if you DO, then I had a go at creating this energetic, bold, single vineyard Barbera from the hills just above Nizza in NW Italy, just for us.
It is a big, sappy, juicy, very focused, deliciously current in the middle and intriguingly minerally around the edges.
It hasn’t been fined, filtered or faffed about with, which means it will throw a sediment – so just keep your teeth together when you get to the very last drop of the very last glass! “
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