由開瓶的暗啞，
經中段的浮躁，
到收結時的優雅。

在瓶中走了三十三載，
拔塞後又走了二十四小時。

1993不是什麼大年。
酒界總愛把年份劃成三六九等，
彷彿一個數字，
便足以概括一整年的風土、天氣與人事。

但人不宜妄自菲薄，
酒也一樣。

有些酒沒有耀眼的出身，
卻在漫長歲月裡，
慢慢長出屬於自己的故事。

當晚喝的，
不只是一支1993年的 Brunello。
也是一面照見三十三載歲月的鏡子。

當果實退到身後，
留下的是土地的呢喃、
歲月的痕跡，
帶來了淡雅乾花和茶香、
以及那些只有時間才能雕刻出的細節。
走到最後的始有亮麗的酸度結構和從容的單寧…

年份的好與壞，
終究只是故事的開頭。

年份決定了一支酒從哪裡出發。
但時間教會我們，生命從來不單是一場關於年份的競賽。

無論是酒還是人，亦如斯。 

Initially rather muted upon opening, showing little more than dried cherry, old cedar and a faint earthy undertone. The palate felt resolved but somewhat withdrawn, as if the wine was still waking from a long sleep.

By the following day, however, the wine found remarkable harmony. Aromas of dried rose petals, tobacco leaf, forest floor, leather and balsamic herbs emerged with increasing clarity. Though it was not fruit forward led, but still supported by some sour cherry notes. The palate became silkier and composed, supported by finely resolved tannins and vibrant acidity that carried the wine effortlessly across the finish.