A black (naturally, for 'noche' , the night leaving), wraparound label says this, my bottle, is 48 out of 380 bottles. Made from New England hand-picked and crushed Tempranillo. Left on skins overnight, basket-pressed the following morning when I did about an hour's worth of juice collection. It's colour is a cross between blood and strawberry juice. And this is symptomatic of its style: not quite as luscious as your left-over sangee style, but more grown-up, elegant, adult and textured. It smells of earthy strawberries. And on the palate, very dry with a length in that dryness. A kind of mysterious, alchemical rose made for what it is, as it is, in the ancient Roman tradition, yet remaining mysterious, keeping some of its subjectivity secret, unarticulated. Over the $20 mark which is quite probably a stunning price too for such a consciously conceived wine.
