We'll be blunt: Trebbiano may be Italy's greatest white grape; it also might be its worst. Thankfully, for every insipid, bastardized, and dull interpretation of the varietal (in its many clonal forms), there's a wine that speaks with so much honesty, translucency, and transmission of place that it leaves you scratching your head. This is one of those wines. Hailing from the oldest, highest parcel of Trebbiano on the property, the wine sees 4 days of skin contact before being aged in small glass demijohns (i.e. damigiana.) Beeswax, sun drenched grain, and salty yellow fruits swing into white pepper, lemon curd, apple, and brioche.