A few years ago, it seemed like the Italian word “sprezzatura” was suddenly everywhere. It's an appealing concept: to be able to conduct your life's business with effortless grace and casual mastery.
As someone with Italian ancestry who grew up eating my nonna’s homemade pasta and perfect pizzelle, and who’s spent a fair bit of time in Italy, I wondered. Do I have sprezzatura?
Sadly, it ain’t me. Whatever I can do seems to take sweat, brain ache, and seemingly relentless effort. Il dolce far niente, the sweetness of doing nothing, forever eludes me. Instead, I seem to be drawn to the sour tang of doing something.
I might not be graceful, but I do have another uniquely Italian quality. I am furbo: sly, ingenious, a benign schemer always working an angle. If you have a problem, maybe I can figure it out. If you're looking for something, maybe I know someone.
In this spirit, I present the second release of 'For Paisans Only.' My friends at Gabbiano's were looking for another great Grappa at a great price. I just so happened to have a perfect parcel of pinot noir grappa, distilled from Oregon-grown Pinot Noir grape skins straight out of the presses of my neighborhood wineries Little Crow Wines and Teutonic Wines.
After the skins were distilled, I hauled them to my friend Dave's compost pile to provide nutrients for his quest to grow a pumpkin big enough to float in the West Coast Giant Pumpkin Regatta.
This is a classic grappa, elegant but powerful and perfect with dessert and espresso. Visit Gabbiano's to try it, but there are also a handful of bottles available at the distillery for the unbelievable price of $30. When folks ask where you got it, you can tell them you know a guy.