Nebbiolo's Foggy Kingdoms: Beyond Barolo
There is a specific hour in October when Nebbiolo makes complete sense. It is dawn, or just before it. You are somewhere in the Langhe hills — Barolo, or Barbaresco, or Roero — and the valleys below have filled overnight with a thick white fog that reaches almost to your feet. Only the tops of...
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