'Novello', Denny Baldin

There was a time, believe it or not, that I liked drinking warm blooded reds. ‘Meal in a glass’ wines I’d call them, wines you could chew on in a blizzard barefoot and you’d be so busy you’d be warm. BUT THIS WAS IN THE PAST. Notice the PAST tense. OH SORRY, AM I YELLING?

No, but really. Those days ended when I stopped drinking during the week. The clock would strike 16:59:59 on a Friday and, not feeling like alcoholic jam, I drank beer, that most unlikely gateway drug to Pinot Noir and the wines I drank next. Wines like this.

And the rest is history or at least uninteresting. 

Tasting notes:

“Novello” tastes like blackberry shaved ice with those fizzy crystals in humming with live-wire acidity or how your skin looks after a rave: tight and bright like a moon-lit midnight, balanced on a knife-edge between life and death. It’s volatile like an Alka-Seltzer on speed sucking on sour candy strings and shaking sparklers four at a time with salty fireworks exploding overhead.

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Novello (a blend of vintages but drunk July 2016)

Denny Baldin

Gamay

Fleurie, Beaujolais

In 2014 Denny wrote a rather zany natural wine manifesto called Super Natural Wine: the Black Revelation Cycle and is one of the initiators of Bojalien, a fringe salon in the Beaujolais for winemakers treated as aliens by the wine world. This year it was held at Romain des Grottes place, here it is in pictures.

He's since moved to Ireland. His last bottles were imported by Clavelin.