|L. to R., Natalie, of Tormaresca Wines, my daughter-in-law J, husband P, son Z, and son-in-law A.|
Started writing this section in October. . . At the end of June, I thanked the wonderfully generous Giuseppe Palumbo and Natalie Orsini at Tormaresca's Bocca di Lupo estate (in Italy's Puglia region) for an amazingly warm, informative, thoroughly enjoyable tour. Giuseppe's son, Vito, had extended the invitation to visit when he met my sommelier-trained daughter-in-law in Vancouver earlier in her role as a sales rep with Mark Anthony Wine Merchants, the company that imports Tormaresca wines to BC. (Vito wasn't able to be with us in June, but he called during lunch to apologize for his absence and make sure we were being well taken care of -- as, indeed, we were!).
|Joey takes a call from Vito while Giuseppe looks on. . . .|
At that time, I promised a follow-up post in which I intended to roll out more photos of the gorgeous building and grounds and tell you a bit about the wines and our magnificent lunch.
And now it's October, and I still haven't done that (hangs head in shame). Can I hang it much lower, in January?
I did think about the promised post and begin to upload photos here when my daughter-in-law gave us a beautiful bottle of the splendidly dignified, sumptuous Bocca di Lupo for our 40th anniversary at the end of August. Sadly unavailable for private purchase here in BC, this was one of ten delicious wines we'd tasted back in Puglia, and remembering the surroundings in which we'd first sampled it prodded me to fulfil my promise.
Isn't this space beautiful -- those long gentle arcs, the rhythms of curves playing off lines, all in muted, natural tones. . .
|The same line-up, with the addition on the right of my daughter and granddaughter|
The space's coolness was welcome after we'd stood outside for five or ten minutes on arrival as Natalie pointed out the grape-processing machinery. It was southern-Italy-July-noon hot out there, but we trusted our sunscreen and endured the heat in order to learn a bit more about the 21st-century alternative to stomping fruit in a barrel.
Bordeaux' Musée d'Art Contemporain). And oh, I wish, I wish I could convey the rich, full, mineral, vanilla-woody, hint of fruit and fermentation fragrance of this space. The overall effect of the visual rhythms, the assertive blending of deliberate neutral tones, the reassuringly consistent textures, the comforting scent that insistently, yet kindly, urged deeper, slower draughts of oxygen into grateful lungs. All we were lacking, really, was the incense, and the allusion to a cathedral's sacred space would be complete.
It was especially meaningful for all of us to hear Joey add so informatively to Natalie's introduction to the wines we drank. Of course, we know that our Daughter/Sister-in-law is trained as a sommelier and we've all benefited through the years from her knowledge about which wines to buy and/or to serve. But to gather around a beautiful table full of delightful bottles in such a magnificent setting and hear how passionately and knowledgeably and clearly she described these various wines. . . .so special!
Weeks and weeks and weeks (okay, months!) ago, I had her send me a list of the wines we drank. Here I've excerpted from her e-mail:
|Is it goofy that I loved the floor enough to take (and post) a photo? The clever herringbone pattern of its bricks charmed me utterly (so much, that I didn't realize I'd caught that little tag of rug at the left, centre)|
|just realized there's another task I've been procrastinating -- I'd intended to get this photo printed -- Nola with her Mom and Dad taking advantage of the comfy seating in rather photogenic surroundings.|