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Timorasso 'Derthona'

Piedmont, Italy

Walter Massa’s ‘Derthona’ is a benchmark expression of Timorasso, made from limestone-heavy vineyards around Monleale and crafted with the intent to age. Fermented with native yeasts and matured on lees, the wine balances freshness with density and salinity. Aromas of citrus peel, chamomile, sage and crushed stone lead into a firm, phenolic palate with waxy texture and mouthwatering acidity. Subtle oxidative tones and stony grip give it dimension and a long, layered finish. It’s a wine that evolves in the glass, offering more with each sip. Excellent with seafood pasta, rabbit or mountain cheeses. A modern Italian white with ancient roots.

 

Colour
White
ABV
14%
Organic Status
N/A
Style
Still
Volume
75cl
Ageing Potential
< 5 years
Grape
Timorasso
Case Size
6x75cl
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The Producer

Five generations of Massas laboured tirelessly to keep the Timorasso flame alight whilst cheap Pinot Grigio and Prosecco rolled past by the truckload.  It’s not difficult to see the origins of Walter’s frustration.  Here on the steep hills just east of Tortona grow the last few hectares of Timorasso in the world.  An ancient variety with thick skins, low yields, high disease susceptibility and immense concentration, it ought to be served by the glass in every restaurant with even the slightest aspirations to a decent wine list.

Walter makes various iterations of Timorasso – ‘Derthona’ (the Latin name for Tortona) is the standard-bearer.  Beneath that sits the ‘Piccolo Derthona’ and above are the lofty, single-vineyard iterations including ‘Costa del Vento’, ‘Montecitorio’ and ‘Sterpi’.  None of them is aged in oak – we have Mother Nature (and Walter) to thank for all that concentration.  Next door sits his Barbera ‘Monleale’ and another bit of wonderful Walter weirdness, the 100% Croatina ‘Pertichetta’.

Now, 25 years after we first imported it, Timorasso is a cause célèbre with sommeliers from every corner of the globe beating a path to his door.   I couldn’t be happier.  Walter smiles with bemused resignation.   It’s a funny old world.