At the foot of the Alps, a country of hills that the autumn fog — the nebbia that named Nebbiolo — fills like a slow tide. The vineyard landscapes of Langhe, Roero and Monferrato were inscribed by UNESCO in 2014; Alba's white truffles and Turin's vermouth, first sold in Carpano's shop in 1786, belong to the same table.
Nebbiolo covers barely an eighth of the vineyard yet defines it: on the calcareous marls of Barolo and Barbaresco it gives Italy's most exacting wine, mapped cru by cru like a Piedmontese Côte d'Or. Around it, Barbera and Dolcetto feed the region's tables, and Moscato d'Asti keeps its gentler, older promise.