I decided to point out the wine that I liked the most. I am going to do it once a month. It will not be any review, no description of the sommelier’s tasting that I am not. I adhere to subjectivism, and taste is a phenomenon associated with subjective experience, so what I feel at a given moment is unique. It isn’t easy to objectify such a feeling.
The only way to objectify is to put the experience into words. They will become matter, a kind of stone in which you can sculpt a moment. Tasting as cataloguing from such a point of view becomes simply impossible. One can only point out that there is in such a wine a potential that can awaken in readers some impressions, perhaps completely different from my own.
Since tasting wine is associated with hedonism, i.e. an attitude that interprets out of pleasure, I will call such wines simply pleasant because that’s what they are for, so they should be tasty. So it won’t be easy to find the foundations of a work of art in them. My tasting is only a search for pleasure, and then wondering where this pleasure comes from and what in a person decides that we feel it the way we do. You can call it the phenomenology of wine. You can call it differently, I don’t mind.
A bottle of Mastroberardino Mastro Aglianico Campania Indicazione Geografica Tipica, 2017, in Poland costing 45.50 PLN, which gives about 10 €. It was a pleasant wine in my last December. I was impressed by the fruit, the cherry very ripe, full of juice and sour, but without twisting the mouth. At the same time, silky on the palate, full and round, with a long aftertaste, still cherry.
I know well that the future fashion in the world is Aglianico, which will undoubtedly cause prices to rise, and people like me will have some difficult access to this wine due to limited possibilities. Aglianico, however, certainly deserves it. In some strange way, it still retains the character of its land (which Nossiter would undoubtedly appreciate), even though the region where it grows recently is affected by what troubles the entire Earth. Development destroys naturalness, but for now, don’t look up, let’s drink for pleasure.