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He had a vision for a variety nobody wanted, worked in obscurity for years, rescued the grape, and doesn’t talk about himself but about the territory of Colli Tortonesi.
 

Domaine Overview

Year Founded: 1879

Winemaker: Walter Massa

Location: Tortonese hills, Piedmont

Size: 30 hectares

Grapes: Timorasso, Barbera, Croatina, and Freisa
Farming: organic practices

Production: About 13,000 bottles/year

It is undoubtedly the sound and fury of Italian sommeliers: Massa’s Timorasso. Modigliani curves (this wine is full bodied) focused by the angled faces; some fruit, a warm minerality, and all carried by an acidity that recalls a heavyweight with agile footwork. It’s hard not to get worked up about Walter Massa’s wines. When you get lost going there, start asking people 100 kilometers out; they all know and love him, from the gas station guy to the producer next door.

The zone of the Colli Tortonesi is composed of various soils (clay, chalk, stone, sand) and is perched around the nearly-abandoned hilltop town of Monleale Alto, around 200-300 meters altitude. Walter is quite the host, and this sleepy place comes alive through his passion. Walk down and then back up the steep vineyards and into the cantina, have lunch with his mom and his family, uncork say 12 bottles from various years, make nice with the journalists and kids running around, nudge an older aunt because you’re dizzy with joy, ask Milan’s top wine rep how he sells so much, smile and thank the vineyard workers having lunch, praise the two women who personally took care of the new vine planting… it’s a whirlwind of nonchalance and serious wine.

The whirlwind continues as Walter returns from the cellar, triple-fisted with a ‘99 Croatina, ‘02 Barbera Monleale, and a Timorasso whose age you have to guess. You can only say “No!” in disbelief and then nod Yes! in awe of being in one of Italy’s great lands, and in the presence of a man in touch with that land — a man who is half circus conductor and half prophet, grounded in his sometimes crazy-seeming vision. His feet are roots; his arms spring shoots; his fingers offer you another glass or point out something in the vineyard.

 

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