The New Italy

The New Italy

Decoding the wine-soaked narrative of a delightful boot-shaped place.

April 15, 2016


So much of a wine’s success depends on its story.  


France, California, Germany. These are stories the wine industry can recite from memory. Whether the story arc is one of evolution or revolution, they’re market indicators, fodder for best-selling memoirs and the stuff of drunken Chinatown arguments. Those regions without a well-trod narrative mostly reside in the New World, where winemaking’s respective adolescence makes it difficult to consider any kind of fairy-tale conclusion quite yet.   

There’s one exception, though, and it’s a stark, decidedly Old World one: Italy.   

For a country with one of the oldest winemaking histories in the world and over half of the known grape varieties in existence, Italy’s story is awfully scattershot. It’s heralded as both the great value player (Campania! Puglia!) and the collector’s darling (Barolo! Brunello!). Super Tuscans are still very much a thing. Is Aglianico the next Cab Sauv? What’s up with Mt. Etna? Are $60 orange wines from Friuli really sustainable in the market? What, exactly, is going on?   

The answer might have more to do with the storytellers than the stories themselves. As a recent article in Punch points out, the ones crafting the narrative – adding the plot points, the conflict, the drama  – are the importers, not the producers. Italy’s current cash flow situation means this is especially relevant; producers may motivate the machine, but trace back any serious shift in public perception and you will find an importer wielding a portfolio with some mighty clout. Importers are the default mouthpiece.


With the power to bring a narrative thread to the relative disorder, importers are poised to define the country’s future. So who’s got a shot at the raconteur gig?   

That’d be Matteo Mollo, the 34-year-old competitive cyclist-cum-wine importer, who wants you to know this about the natural wines that make up the bulk of his finds: “They’re looked at as hipster wines. But they’re made by old toothless dudes.”   

In 2013, while still in the startup phase of importing Italian wines under his label, SelectioNaturel, Mollo was featured on Levi Dalton’s podcast, I’ll Drink to That. SelectioNaturel was the realization of a pipe dream he’d entertained since leading bike tours through the country’s winemaking regions after college – and one he had absolutely no real-life experience with. 
  



Matteo Mollo | Image via SelectioNaturel

It was a producer who inspired Mollo to take a crack at the whole importing thing; a friend of a friend, a gregarious, hardworking, Sicilian guy. He was a solo act, shy, but chasing a grander vision for what he wanted to do. That producer was Filippo Rizzo of Lamoresca — whose naturally-made wines Mollo landed on the coveted list at New York City's Del Posto at the end of 2015. Landing a small-production, natural wine on a heavily traditionalist list with one of the deepest Barolo sections known to man is, well… it’s something.   

At one point in the episode, Dalton asks whether the state of small import portfolios was about the triumph of story over brand. Mollo thinks for a beat before replying, “To me, the SelectioNaturel portfolio is a deeper understanding. I’m going to go get my feet on the ground and know that story and be able to convey it in a really interesting way. So, in some ways, the brand is the story.”
   

“There aren’t very many portfolios like Matt’s,” says Del Posto’s Wine Director, Michael Greeson. “Wines like his allow an opportunity for people to come into the restaurant and feel like it’s not necessary to spend too much money on wine to have an honest, educational experience.”   

That portfolio is mostly full of what Mollo wants to drink; low in alcohol and heavy on the fizz. There’s bottle-fermented Prosecco, Lambrusco galore, and enough pét-nat from the Dolomites to make you wonder why the French get all the credit. There are also deeply rustic Umbrian influences, and a heck of a lot of near-extinct grapes. It’s a wonderland of Italian wine geekery.   

By Mollo’s own admission, the natural, boutique sector of the Italian wine world he aims to champion is hard to wrangle. “There is no Paris in Italy, no central urban area where the majority of natural wine in the country gets consumed,” he says. “No culture of small-scale natural wine bars with flocks of hipsters smoking cigarettes and sipping no-sulfur wine. Sure, they exist, but not in the same concentration that they do in France. It makes it harder to break into. You can’t simply fly to Milan, hit five natural wine bars, call five producers and import five wines. Not in Italy, no way.”   

Still, Mollo’s portfolio occupies a gaping middle ground in Italian wine, both in price point and familiarity. Geeson’s excited to see more of those wines from Abruzzo take hold in the market, for example. “From a collector’s standpoint, a lot of people are being priced out of Tuscany and Barolo, even secondary regions like Gattinara and Bramaterra. You have all of these boutique producers and niche regions that I think are yet to be identified properly. I think we’re at the beginning of something, and I think Matt is one of the few really going in and carefully deciding on how he wants to represent some of these regions.”
   

Along with the decentralized state of Italy’s wine identity comes a lack of cache. It’s something Greeson laments when discussing his and his fellow buyers’ tendencies to rest on their laurels when only buying wines based on reputation and familiarity. Mollo echoes this point; the same rural location that has preserved the unique production methods of many of the estates he works with also make it nearly impossible for buyers to relate to the wines, especially when they’re contrasted by the rote familiarity with regions like Chianti and wines like Amarone.   

“The modern wine buyer or somm has little experience with real, rural Italy and the customs, language and tradition that goes along with it,” he says. “Since there's no scene in the Italian natural wine world like there is with the French, people often put up a barrier.”   

Nonetheless, it’s impossible to ignore the eddies of influence being felt behind Mollo in the market today. In August of 2013, a mere five months after their radio debut, The New York Times ranked Lamoresca’s Sicilia Rosso as the number one wine in a lineup that included the island’s most longstanding champions. Del Posto has since picked up another SelectioNaturel producer, Rabasco, a female winemaker from Abruzzo, working magic with the oft-maligned trebbiano grape. Franny’s, June Wine Bar and Babbo Boston pour his bottle-fermented Lambruscos by the glass. (This year, the demand outran the supply.) As session beers, vermouth-based cocktails and Aperol spritzes take command of cutting-edge beverage programs, sommeliers and retail buyers are mirroring the low-octane trend and favoring dialed-back wines across the board. 
  

Mollo still seems uncertain of whether Italian wine will have a happy ending, ultimately pointing to a pandemic, “every man for himself” approach to national identity. “There’s this stubborn, fierce regionalism in Italy that’s really unique," he says. "The languages, the dialects, the food – it’s all so fiercely guarded. If it’s not done the way their moms did it, it’s not legit.” He worries that this might keep Italy from earning itself the kind of coalescent brand it needs in the global market.   

Maybe the point isn’t really Super Tuscans versus Lambruscos. What if it isn’t even about pointing at the future? Maybe Italy epitomizes the story of winemaking in general — its dynamism and unpredictable, occasionally fickle nature. After all, wine is made by, and for, human beings.   

“You can't boil these wines down to something very simple,” Mollo says. “There's too much story. Too much detail.”






By Lauren Friel | Illustration by Lindsay Mound

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