Nerocapitano is what the locals here call Frappato; with fruit hailing from a twenty year old parcel planted over clay and limestone, the wine spends a brief week on skins before being transferred to concrete. Vibrant and wildly Mediterranean in it's nose, this is the kind of wine people refer to when speaking of something transportational. Scorched, dusty clay, sun kissed red fruits, heady wildflowers, curing meat, ocean breeze - this is a killer rendition of Frappato that possesses a little more structure and finesse than most we've tried.