Forty years apart in age, one Piedmonte one Tuscan. The Prunotto started slowly but really blossomed with notes of furniture polish, teak and roses, while the Salvioni was young, modern, exuberant and in your face, but a magnificent bottle of Rosso, the best I've ever had by a long chalk. Rosso is so much more fun than Brunello. I have five more of each and will be enjoying them with great pleasure over the next year or two.
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