Brownish unfiltered garnet. A most ridiculous cinnamon toast crunch nose, all flabby spice and smoooooth dessert and fat cherry lollipop with a little dustiness for good measure. I ordered this off a list at a restaurant which had no vintages listed and never even checked. This is feeling like maybe '14 or '15. Let me check. Yeah, it's a 2015. Warm and all roasted-feeling in the nose, just still, warm alcohol and flabby wine. No compelling youth or fruit. In the mouth, dull chemical burn start-to-finish. Un-compelling doesn't even begin to give it justice here. Fruit soggy and flaccid, bitterly thin while aggressively ripe, creating an awkward sea-saw of imbalance. These kinds of juxtapositions seem impossible in a wine, no? Of COURSE not. Nothing is impossible in a huge winery. Fruit a far distant memory in the background, never really exposing itself around the green alcoholic bitter. This thing could be 10 years old, and I wouldn't bat an eye. Chubby and concentrated--BUT NO FRUIT--oxidation showing in every crack, it is easily one of the worst Italian wines in recent memory. It's drinkable, but barely. 2015 #FEUDI DI SAN GREGORIO #Aglianico Rubrato DOC #Campania #Irpinia #Italy 13.5 (at Campania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8VYJENn00-/?igshid=2t0fakdzkyy6
