The Ultimate Wine

There is, every once in a while, a wine that knocks your socks off.

My wine journey started over 20 years ago, involves ex-pats, a snobby German boyfriend, a trip to northern Italy and vineyards and a stop in Sterzing and a Johnson's wine guide.

But my search for the wine that stands out really started about 10 years ago at a wine show, wandering through the sales stands when I smelled a Barbera d'Alba. The sales rep saw the look on my face and sold me quite a bit of wine that year. And for several years after that. However, they sold out of that Barbera the next year and aside from a Chateau Neuf de Pape one year, nothing has grabbed my attention like that since then.

So, I've been looking for that experience ever since. And it was finally topped on my birthday. TPWNN found a Tempranillo that was so amazing that I couldn't finish the bottle right away. The sensory overload was so intense that I spent most of the evening, and the next evening, simply smelling it.

Of course, I googled it. Of course, I could only find out that it was no longer available.

If anyone finds it, please let me know.

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