Hop the fence, and let's waste it all away.
This one's for the skateboarders, the graffiti artists, the street punks. The kids that didn't give a fuck. You broke the rules, and now so are we.
Call it nostalgia, call it romanticism, shit, call it a fetish, but we love nothing more than a classic Italian table wine. These sexy, juicy wines pair with every fucking food in the universe. And while Cal-Italian wines sit at the top of a long list of things we are awesome at (which includes humility), we still found ourselves yearning for a more Tuscan experience.
You know, that candle-lit, plate of carbonara, type shit. Staring into your lover's eyes, soaking up the charming ambiance of accordion and some people arguing in an alleyway. How could we create that, but with our own fucked out spin on it?
Well to us, it starts with the Fiasco bottle. This iconic wicker-wrapped bottle became synonymous with the rustic wines of Chianti, and trust us, they weren't easy to get. In fact, it took us four years to source and acquire these bottles from Italy, and that was just the start of it. You'll hear the term "artisanal" thrown around a lot in the wine world, but here, we truly lived that life. Everything from the filling, corking, and labeling of these wines was done by hand by our team over several months.
Now let's talk about the wine for a second. Planted by immigrants during the 19th and 20th centuries, California is home to some of the best Italian grapes outside the motherland. Varieties like Barbera, Nero D'Avola, and Montepulciano are living their best lives here in the California sun, developing juicy flavors, mouthwatering acidity, and diverse complexity that make for perfect "food wines" as we somewhat douchely say.
But that's what we got here. A god damned masterpiece of a food wine. Deep ruby in color with tinges of violet shading and a nose packed with cherries, blackberries, Mediterranean herbs, black pepper, and a touch of leather. On the palate, the bright acidity and red fruit characteristics of Barbera meld seamlessly with the bold, dark fruit flavors of Nero D'Avola, and the rich, full-bodied vibes of Montepulciano. Subtle notes of earthiness, tobacco, and spice linger in the background, adding complexity to the wine's overall profile. But really, it tastes exactly how you think it does...but better.
Pair it with pizza. Pair it with spaghetti. Pair it with Matteo's famous ravioli. Fuck, pair it with taco truck burritos. It goes with everything.
A translation of "wasted youth," the concept behind Gioventù Bruciata is all about bringing Cal-Ital to the streets. How can we preserve the best parts of Italian wines while subverting the traditions? How can we make a hardcore table wine for hardcore people? Those that spent their formative years pogoing in small punk clubs, tagging up skateparks, and smoking in dark alleys? By making a killer wine that tells the conformists to fuck off. That's how.
Only 65 fucking cases produced. Hand-bottled and labeled by your favorite group of misfits.