The algorithms tell me that this is among the most highly rated Vermentini in all the world. Now, it's rare that me and the Cyborgs align this well, but my tasting notes start with "WOWZA," continue onto "lemonlime acid blaster madness" and then trail off into a string of expletives and stars. (One of the online reviewers was similarly freaked out, if less potty-mouthed, writing, "Perfect. No more words." Made by a soulful loon of a Sardinian winemaker (when asked for his biggest winemaking influences he said "Bob Dylan and Jesus"), this is a zero-sulfur, old-vine, wild-farmed Vermentino that could plausibly help you un-lose your religion. Or at least compel you to listen to Blonde on Blonde again for the first time. Magic.