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Timorasso 'Sterpi'

Piedmont, Italy

‘Sterpi’ is Walter Massa’s grand cru—an iconic vineyard expression of Timorasso from deeply rooted vines grown on limestone terraces. The wine is fermented in steel and spends time on lees, developing tremendous weight, length and aromatic complexity. Lemon oil, lanolin, wild herbs and chalk dominate the nose, evolving toward apricot and fennel with air. The palate is dense, textural and intensely mineral, with great ageing potential and a savoury finish. Structured but never heavy, it combines power with poise in a way few white wines can. Outstanding with roasted poultry, creamy seafood or truffled pasta. Built to age gracefully for over a decade.

 

Colour
White
ABV
13%
Organic Status
N/A
Style
Still
Volume
75cl
Ageing Potential
Ageworthy
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.