Kalipè 2020
A few words are enough to describe what I feel when I think of Pinot Noir (and I think about it often) – a beastly effort. I chose to plant it and look after it, so I am responsible for it. This is also why we decided to rename it: Kalipè is a greeting used in the Himalayan areas which is addressed to those who set off towards the mountains, as a wish whose meaning is to be able to “always walk at a short and slow pace, to finally reach the summit.” I really feel like I’m on my way to the top, Pinot Noir being such. Yet, since I have been working on it with patience and with all the love possible, few vintages have thrilled me. I am in constant conflict with it, a sort of quarrel between father and child, both too proud to give in to the other. It doesn’t give up, and rightly so, but I don’t give up either. However, I like to think that after fourteen years I am finally starting to seriously understand its weak points, which are essential to being able to face it. Yet it continues to hide within itself a secret that I still want to discover. I believe that Pinot Noir can reveal itself in its enormous, inimitable grandeur only when this secret is mastered; then, only then, will it be possible to enjoy it like crazy. I’m putting it in my sights, give me a few more millennia, and then we’ll see.