Delicious valpo classico, hitting that versatile, apposite sweet spot between a lighter-weighted red, or a richer rosato. The sort of space inhabited by wines that most wine drinkers (rather than collectors) rejoice in. Cru Beaujolais, lighter grenache, Jura and so forth. Macerated strawberry doused with thyme, mint and marjoram, compressed ever so slightly by well-placed tannic astringency, crushed-musk brightness and noble amaro bitterness. Damn, I could drink a great deal of this. Drink now.