About a year ago, The Wine Curmudgeon wrote about Bolla Valpolicella. It’s less a review and more of a remembrance, while also serving as an excellent descriptor of what Bolla Valpolicella is today: a reliable, affordable wine for everyday drinking. Or as the Curmudgeon puts it:
Maybe the Bolla isn’t what I tasted the other day — young and disjointed, yes, but fresh and clean, with a funky Italian nose and lots of sour cherry fruit. It’s an incredible value at this price, a wine for winter stews and red meat and tomato sauce. And, of course, for memory.