On a recent trip to NYC; in the dead of Winter and a day after Paris, and the world, grieved the terrible events of January 7th, we stumbled into a little wine shop in the East Village.
Like a beacon in the storm she beckoned to us. There, with two bottles remaining, a sense of promise and excitement glimmered in our hearts and our defeated hands. At home, we found an herbaceous and full nose -- the cidery notes; crisp and complex lifted our spirits and the rich, earthy minerality combined with crunchy acid made Dinavolo a divine wine; with or without food.
Each sip eased us back into reality and reminded us of how joy can spring from the least likely place. Pretty good wine.