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FOOD & DRINK: The rise and rise of small wines
The story of Lacrima di Morro d’Alba reflects a slow-growing trend for small local Italian wines to find themselves in glasses across the world.
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Photo by Bernhard Warner. |
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The mid-1980s was a promising period in Italy. The Azzurri were the champions of the soccer world. A dip in oil prices triggered a brief economic recovery. And, in the sleepy villages just outside the Marchigiana port city of Ancona, i contadini could pick up jugs of the local wine for next to nothing.
Today, of course, Italy are the defending champs, but that’s about all. The sputtering economy dominates dinner conversations and, in the small Morro d’Alba region north of Ancona, the old-timers have seen their beloved local wine – the Lacrima di Morro d’Alba – creep ever upward in price since the little known variety earned a DOC (denominazione di origine controllata) designation in 1985.
From that day, the secret of the contadini was out. Wine lovers took notice of this little grape with a name that’s a mouthful.
“The external market is big for us today. We get requests from importers in America, Germany and Switzerland,” says Piergiovanni Giusti, a third-generation winemaker who this year expects to produce about 45,000 bottles of Lacrima di Morro d’Alba. Giusti will export three full-bodied reds and a rosé.
For the uninitiated, the grapes pack a distinctive taste – there is little in common with the region’s most productive grape, the Sangiovese. The Lacrima di Morro d’Alba has a pronounced, fruity perfume but is light enough to serve with fish dishes, a necessity as this is stoccafisso (stewed or dried cod) country.
Giusti calculates that 40 per cent of his yield this year will be exported outside Italy to New York, California and across Europe. This is a big change from just a decade ago when he and his father, Luigi, were making wine that was almost exclusively imbibed in the hill towns surrounding Ancona.
A similar phenomenon is happening across Italy.
“Italy is unique. It has over 300 indigenous grape varieties, says Terenzio Medri, president of the Associazione Italiana Sommeliers. “There are at least five or ten grape varieties specific to a particular region, and each is distinct. The taste of Tuscany is different from the taste of Piedmont. It’s different from the taste of Friuli and the taste of Emilia Romagna. The distinctions can be observed from hill to hill, terrain to terrain,” he adds.
“Indigenous, region-specific vines,” Medri continues, “are very important to the future of Italy’s wine market.” It used to be that, when a diner scanned a wine list at a restaurant in Tokyo, London or New York, the choice was limited to some well-known Sangiovese or Montepulciano blends from Tuscany or Barolo or Barbaresco from Piedmont. “This is how the international market viewed Italian wines, primarily from these larger regions. But now if you want wine from a particular territory, you can find it. This is very important.”
To be sure, it’s a gradual education. Many indigenous wines simply don’t have the distribution clout of a Brunello di Montalcino or a Barolo. And that’s probably okay – for now.
With a forecast of 550,000 bottles this year, the export potential of Lacrima di Morro d’Alba, named after the quaint hill town Morro d’Alba, is still limited by its total output. So, the six communities that produce the wine have little choice but to concentrate on quality over quantity, investing each year in upgrading the production process. They now figure the wine quality is good enough to put them in the running for the coveted DOCG (denominazione di origine controllata e garantita) designation, Italy’s most prestigious wine rating.
That this obscure vintage is finally getting noticed by wine appassionati should come as no surprise. It’s an ancient varietal that, legend has it, was a favourite of Federico Barbarossa’s court. But in the ensuing centuries the grape fell into obscurity as central Italy developed its love affair with heartier grape varieties, namely the ubiquitous Sangiovese and Montepulciano. As Federico I’s favoured wine makes its comeback, the biggest confusion may be in the name. “People see ‘Alba’ and think the wine is produced in Piedmont,” says Giusti.
“Lacrima”, or tear, is a reference to the grape itself. At the time of harvest the grape is brimming with juices, until one day a ruby teardrop appears on the skin. “That’s the signal,” Giusti says. “It’s ready for harvesting.”
About 100 km south of Ancona, near the Marche-Abruzzo border, the hilly terrain tumbles dramatically as it nears the sea. It must be hell to manoeuvre a tractor up these slopes, but it’s terra ideale for the vines. They are in the perfect position to catch the sea mist in the morning and they have prolonged exposure to the sun in the afternoon. This is Pecorino country, another local grape that is winning over the critics and wine lovers alike, even if the name sounds a bit, well, cheesy.
“Certainly there’s a bit of confusion, but it’s limited exclusively to the occasional drinker,” says Simone Capecci, a Marchigiano winemaker whose family, at Poderi Capecci, specialises in vino pecorino. Its Ciprea pecorino, a flavourful white with a crisp, golden hue and citrusy bouquet, is now sold in Denmark, Japan, Germany, America, France and Belgium. About 40 per cent a year of the yield is sold outside Italy, according to Capecci.
“Pecorino is a wine that’s in fashion now,” says Medri, echoing a familiar refrain from sommeliers contacted for this article. Like the Lacrima di Morro d’Alba, the Pecorino has been rediscovered in the past decade by discerning wine lovers, thanks to the work of a few family-run vineyards in the Offida region of Le Marche and just over the border in Abruzzo.
The grape is an ancient one, first cultivated by the ancient Romans, primarily on the eastern slopes of the Apennines. The grape is a bit delicate – it’s generally grown between other varieties for protective purposes – but it seems to be thriving today on its hilly perch. And it’s becoming a conversation piece at Manhattan cocktail parties, or so another journalist informed me recently.
The loss of the contadini is the New Yorkers’ gain.
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