It may compromise my professional reputation to reveal that this extraordinary wine was paired with ketchup- and mustard-slathered Hebrew Nationals last night. But after the Parzen children had achieved a familial milestone yesterday, they had been promised “hot dog and fries” night. And a paternal promise is an inabrogable pledge.

Capolino Perlingieri wines from Sannio (Campania) first came to my attention six or so years ago in California where a couple of wine lists still bear my signature. The Falanghina was, hands down, one of the most compelling expressions of that grape variety available in the market at the time.

Today, it’s thrilling to see the wines finally land in Texas and exhilarating to see the gusto employed by local wine barkers in hawking them.

Weighing in at gorgeously balanced 12 percent alcohol, the 2013 Sannio Fiano Nembo — yes, 2013 — crooned like a Parthenopean soprano in my glass, with notes of melon and apple, a hint of gentle citrus, and a Freudian red thread of minerality that seems to run through all of this young wineries bottlings.

A warm volcanic thanks is owed to importer Oliver McCrum for bringing this wine to my home and adoptive states. Check out his excellent, thoughtful profile of the estate and its wines here.

In other news…

You may have noticed that things are little bit quiet on the Italic peninsula this week. That’s because Italians celebrated Liberation Day on Wednesday of this week and on Tuesday of next week they will observe International Workers’ Day. Between the two national holidays (and with many wine professionals exhausted by a flurry of trade fairs last week), many offices are closed for the septimal.

The former marks the day Italians cast off the abominable yoke of Fascism and Nazism. The latter was established by the historic Socialist and Communists parties of the world to champion the proletariat and a vision of world piece.

Mais où sont les neiges d’antan?

The first time I smoked cannabis in Italy it was in 1987 at a Peter Gabriel concert at the (Roman) Arena in Verona (a great venue for rock shows; I saw the “So” tour, one of the many times I saw him perform in my late teens and early 20s). I was 20 years old.

Back then, even small amounts of cannabis were illegal in Italy. Although I never heard of anyone getting arrested for possession or for smoking in public, my stoner peers made it abundantly clear that we risked arrest and possibly jail if we were caught by authorities.

At the same time, pot smoking was ubiquitous among young people: in the dorm where I lived in Padua and at rock shows I attended, my fellows weren’t shy about consuming cannabis — by any means.

After I started chatting with some of the concert-goers and explained my weedless predicament, they generously shared their terra cotta chillum. Back then, you couldn’t find “bud” (what is known in contemporary cannabis parlance as “flower”) in Italy. You could only find hash (a cannabis derivative), which users mixed with tobacco before consuming.

The concert was awesome… And I learned that pot culture in Italy and Europe in general was very much alive, rich, and vibrant.

In Saturday’s online New York Times, one of the paper’s Italy correspondents, Elisabetta Povoledo, published a piece titled “Cannabis Flowers Are Legal in Italy. You Just Can’t Eat or Smoke Them.” In her article, she describes Italy’s nascent legal cannabis trade. I highly recommend it to you.

She writes:

Italy’s cannabis mania, as it has been called, exploded after a December 2016 law regulating hemp production went into effect, a series of norms meant to help revive a crop that was once widely cultivated in the country. In the 1940s, Italy was said to be the world’s second-biggest producer of industrial cannabis, after the Soviet Union…

The law was created for farmers growing industrial hemp, which has commercial uses like food, fabrics, clothing, biofuel, construction material and animal feed, but has minute levels of a psychoactive compound. But it did not regulate the use of cannabis flowers, also known as buds, and an entire economy emerged from the legislative void.

The marketplace for cannabis flowers, as she notes, has “exploded” in Italy since January 2017 when it became legal to sell flowers (buds) with less than 0.6 percent THC content (THC, or tetrahydrocannabinol, is the component that makes users feel “stoned”).

Elisabetta actually reports that the flowers can have only up to 0.2 percent. The 0.2 percent limit applies to legal edibles, oils (like CBD oil), and infusions (teas). But as long as they are sold exclusively for “ornamental use,” the flowers can have up to 0.6. (This is due to a legal loophole in the law that absolves growers from responsibility for how their products are used as long as said products are not sold for consumption; read bullet point 7 and following gloss in this link from the Italian Senate website.)

I photographed the window sticker above at the Rovato train station, a small-town stop in Lombardy, last week. The station tobacconist, like countless others across the country, sells “cannabis flowers” (infiorescenze di canapa) for “technical use” (uso tecnico). The labels state clearly that “combustion is forbidden.”

Whether it’s 0.2 or 0.6 percent THC content is besides the point. At those levels, the THC is imperceptible and the effect is purely analgesic (i.e., relaxing and therapeutic but not hallucinogenic and not a “high”). The average THC content for recreational cannabis in the U.S. is around 18 percent. And some flowers can have up to 30 percent. (I speak from personal experience.)

But the big takeaway here is that Italian cannabis growers have positioned themselves on the forefront of the growing cannabis culture in Europe.

In my three decades of traveling to Italy and interacting with Italians, I’ve found that pot doesn’t have the same stigma that it has here in the U.S. (thank you, Richard Nixon!). It’s not socially unacceptable like it is in certain circles in our country. And no one, at least in my experience, is shunned or dismissed as intellectually inferior because of it.

The U.S. is the hands-down world leader when it comes to progressive cannabis regulation. California, my home state, is the most populous in the nation and recreational cannabis became legal there this year. Even in regressive and “reliably red Texas, cannabis entrepreneurs expect some green soon,” wrote the editors of the Dallas Morning News last month.

Italy’s not far behind. And I can also tell you from personal experience that many grape growers are planning to launch legal cannabis production this year. Stay tuned…

Above: many of Italy’s best wine writers and bloggers gather each year at the Intravino party at Vinitaly, the annual Italian wine trade fair in Verona. Intravino is Italy’s most popular wine blog and one of the few platforms where readers enjoy a broad spectrum of voices.

There really wasn’t much to complain about this year at Vinitaly, Italy’s largest wine trade fair, held each spring in Verona.

The weather was nearly perfect. The wifi worked (for the most part). Even on the Monday of the fair, typically its busiest, it didn’t feel overly crowded. Only one drunken consumer tripped over me. I never had to wait in line for a bathroom.

And the fair organizers even have a nifty new app that allows users to look up exhibitors, view of map of the fair ground, and track their own location on their phones. How cool is that?

Above: this week’s fair marked the 52 years since the first gathering. Vinitaly remains unrivaled for its scope and size.

I missed the fair last year because it coincided with the Passover (one of the most important holidays in Judaism). There was no way I was going the Seder with my mother (she’s in her 80s).

But back again this year, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the organizers have made good on their promise to address some of the fairgoers’ perennial grievances: long lines for unclean bathrooms; spotty at best wifi and frequently disrupted cellular service; too many consumers crowding the pavilions and making it all the more challenging for professionals to maintain their schedules; saturated parking, etc… Those issues persist but to a lesser degree thanks to genuine efforts by the organizers. (Thank you, Verona Fiere! We really appreciate it!)

All in all, gauging from the three of four days I attended, it was a great fair.

Above: I spent a lot of my time at the fair with two young wine professionals from Los Angeles, Skylar Hughes (left) and Theo Greenly (right). Gianluca Colombo (center) was one of the many winemakers who tasted with us.

Beyond the many super wines I tasted, the thing that thrilled me the most about this year’s event was the opportunity to taste with a couple of first-timers (above), my colleagues from Los Angeles who were attending thanks to a trip sponsored by the Italian Trade Commission.

Back at home in America where the three of us work together, consolidation of import and distribution channels is rapidly reshaping the fine wine landscape in alarming ways. As the big-kid companies continue to absorb or displace the small independent players, often through unchecked predatory business practices, the variety of wines available to U.S. wine professionals seems to grow more and more narrow.

I’m not talking about “wine persons” working in progressive markets like San Francisco or New York. I’m thinking of people who work in places like Austin, Chicago, Las Vegas, or Miami where the top players in distribution increasingly drive the market. Even in Los Angeles (where I do some consulting on a couple of wine lists), I see the small distributors struggling day-to-day to stay alive while the biggies show up with fat expense accounts and deep discounts.

As consolidation continues to whittle away at the field of wine available across the U.S., I am increasingly concerned that many young wine professionals are missing out on the Italian wine’s bigger picture, where people, culture and tradition — Italian people, culture, and tradition — make the difference.

It was wonderful to see my California fellows having so much fun at the fair as we bounced gleefully across the grounds together: tasting at Abruzzo’s regional stand; tasting at the Vivit (natural) and Bio (organic) pavilions; tasting with winemakers whose wines don’t make it to their market; tasting with winemakers they’ve never even heard of because their reps have never mentioned them; tasting wherever the hell they wanted to and without anyone pressuring them to buy.

Especially since Vinitaly’s organizers incorporated the newer Vivit and Bio pavilions into the fair a few years ago, the gathering represents an unrivaled opportunity for young Italian-wine-focused professionals to expand their knowledge, hone their chops, and make new and lasting connections and friendships that will transcend the monolithic “three-tier system” back in America.

Now that they have one Vinitaly under their belts, I hope they’ll branch out and attend the many wonderful unaffiliated specialized fairs that take place the same week. But I am so glad that they started here, at Vinitaly, the truly “big picture” of Italian wine today.

Thanks, Vinitaly, for a really great one (my fourteenth).

Above: Legacy producer Leonildo Pieropan with his two sons and grandchildren in an udated photo (image via the Slow Wine blog).

News of Leonildo Pieropan’s passing swept across the world of Italian wine this weekend.

On the eve of Vinitaly (the annual wine trade fair in Verona), remembrances of the Italian wine legend and pioneer poured out over the internet. Not only was Pieropan the architect of Soave’s great revival, he was also one of the founders of FIVI, the Italian Federation of Independent Grape Growers, a now powerful advocacy group. His wines have shaped the palates of a generation of Italian wine lovers, including mine.

Don’t miss Ian D’Agata’s wonderful post, published yesterday on Vinous, “In Memory of Leonildo Pieropan.”

And here’s a remembrance by Slow Wine editor-in-chief Giancarlo Gariglio (excerpted translation mine):

Everyone knew Leonildo Pieropan as Nino. He was a pillar of Italian viticulture. He was one of those rare, singular winemakers who embody their appellations.

What would have Soave been without him? It would have been a much poorer appellation. And not just because of his legendary wines. His wines were captivating in their youth. And as they aged, they made decades seem like mere months. But Nino was also able to inspire other producers to follow his vision of what the appellation could be.

I couldn’t be more thrilled to share the news that Michael Alberty has agreed to join the Slow Wine team as Senior Editor for Oregon.

The 2019 edition of the guide will be the first to feature Pacific Northwest estates. And it will be the second edition to include California. We also have plans to expand our California coverage significantly. Michael will be giving us a hand with that as well.

About Michael:

Michael Alberty recently ended a 16-year retail career that specialized in Pacific Northwest wines to pursue full-time wine writing. In addition to a monthly column about rare and unusual Oregon wines that appears in the Oregon Wine Press, Alberty’s freelance articles have appeared in Terre Magazine, Willamette Week, Edible Portland, and on Jancis Robinson’s “Purple Pages” website. In the fall of 2016, Wine & Spirits Magazine named Alberty one of “Fifty Masters of Place” for his work in the Willamette Valley. He has also published in the fields of international environmental politics and Major League Baseball. Alberty lives just outside Portland, Oregon with his college professor wife and teenage son.

Last week, the Barolo, Barbaresco, Alba, Langhe, and Dogliani consortium elected Matteo Ascheri (above) as its new president (source: Millevigne). He will replace outgoing president Orlando Pecchenino.

From Millevigne (translation mine):

“Matteo Ascheri, a wine industry business leader from Bra, born in 1962, with a degree in economics and commerce, will lead the consortium, including its more than 500 wine grower members, representing 10,000 hectares of vineyards in Langa and Roero and 65 million bottles produced annually.

“Ascheri was consortium’s vice president from 1992-1994 and has also served in numerous institutional roles in the Piedmont wine industry…”

“‘The invaluable contribution of the producers I have met with over the last few days,’ said the newly elected president, ‘is a sign of our appellations’ and consortium’s shared vitality and positive energy. We will begin by re-activating the committee roles. With their mandate to oversee appellation management, they represent an important tool for producer participation. Our first order of business will be the marketing of our appellations with a focus on specific campaigns. They will based on a wide variety of needs that will emerge over time.”

Image via MatteoAscheri.it.

Please click here for the updated glossary (March 21, 2019).

Over the weekend, reader Enzo commented on my Italian-English wine glossary:

“Please add ‘scheletro’ in there. The most sensible translation I found is ‘rock fragments.’ Thank you for your work.”

Thank you, Enzo, for the nudge!

The Italian term scheletro (akin to the English skeleton) denotes soil texture composed of grains that are greater than 2 mm in diameter.

According to the Wentworth scale (the standard in modern granulometry), soil texture with grains between 2-4 mm in diameter is classified as “very fine gravel.”

For Italian readers, see the Italian Wikipedia entry for Tessitura (terreno) here.

Readers may wonder why it’s called scheletro or skeleton in Italian.

The word skeleton comes from the Greek σκελετός (skeletos) meaning dried up or arid. Fine gravel is a great soil type for fine wine growing because it doesn’t retain water.

Here’s the complete glossary, updated. I hope you find it useful. Thanks, as always, to wine writer and vineyard consultant Maurizio Gily for his invaluable contributions.

Image via Wikipedia.