are two roads that take you to Tua Rita; both are dirt. If you go to
visit, it's likely that your GPS will tell you to take the lesser,
bumpier of the two dirt roads. GPS systems have a sense of humor in
Italy. When you finally get there and get out of your car, an old dog
will slowly rise from his sunlit nap and shuffle over to greet you. Once
he does, he'll go and lie down again. His job is done.
see cluster of buildings. On one side of Tua Rita is the new cellar
facility, and on the other is the house that Rita Tua, her husband and
their kids bought for their vacation home all those years ago in the
mid-'80s. Both structures have a ramshackle air about them, but they're
warm and welcoming, like the dog and like all the busy people who you
see in the fields that stretch out before your eyes beyond the cellar
facility. Get there in spring just as the grass is cut, and you'll smell
wild onion mixed with that familiar verdant scent.
Rita has exploded since it hit the ground running in the early '90s.
It's big with everyone--serious collectors, critics and novice
wine-lovers. That's because Tua Rita makes unabashedly delicious
wines--big, complex wines that hug you like an Italian Grandma, that
sing of the happiness that surrounds the estate, and that belie their
extraordinary level of craft with just how easy they are to enjoy.
Today, I'm delighted to offer you three vintages each of Tua Rita
flagship, Giusto di Notri, and its world-class Merlot, Redigaffi. I defy
you not to drink them and get a smile on your face. They're wines that
burst with love and happiness.