Trebbiano, Sicily, Italy

A nourishing curiosity of a wine that sweetly reminds us that in art, we’ll never do better than nature! If drinks could sing, Sicilian winemaker Alessandro Viola’s wines would hum in the spellbinding tones that make you think you might have ASMR after all. With dreamy, ink-black curls flopping over his face and Adidas stripes running down the length of his legs, Alessandro is a bonafide lover boy. Somehow that translates into this exhilarating trebbiano that’s just about as taut and sculpted as Michelangelo’s David. After the grapes grow in sandy soils 550 meters above the Tyrrhenian Sea, Alessandro tosses them into a fibreglass vat, which keeps things chill and fresh. Think pear with freckles! Raw almond! Wildflower meadow! Tosca the opera by Puccini! Swimming in the (cool & clean) wishing fountain! Your first perfume Be Delicious by Donna Karen New York! It’s calling for an olive oil-laden clam pasta with especially beautiful shells – but you can only keep the best one.