It’s a flower but it’s different from other flowers. The butterfly with the red wings is drawn to it and sits on it timidly. She tastes its nectar and falls in love with it. Sweet and scented, fresh and fragrant, it will make flying lighter. It will design in the air the letters of a fantastic alphabet and write a fable to be illustrated by a child. In farming households, Moscato has always been the first wine young children get to taste. A few sips from the glasses of grown-ups, a corn biscuit dunked into it as if it were a mug of milky breakfast coffee. There’s nothing unusual or alarming about this: Moscato d’Asti is a happy wine, only very mildly alcoholic, well-mannered and ready to teach good manners.
Its yellowness embraces the sun, it’s ready early, before Christmas, just a few weeks after the grape harvest. Pressed grapes that don’t need time to age. It’s naturally sweet, it coaxes out the vineyard’s gentlest soul, it amazes with intense scents of flowers. And it should be served like a flower: fresh, just picked, ready to read in the sky the magic words designed by the flight of butterflies.