A wonderous blend of muscat canelli, orange muscat and moscato greco (aka malvasia bianca) rendered in the manner of Platonic template, that is to say Moscato dAsti, this wine is absolutely enchanting. The presence of the o.m. (deep breath, were doing aromatherapy here) offers a lilting fragrance of mandarin, which, coupled with the more classic jasmine, litchi, cardamom and pineapple qualities of the muscat canelli, provide a most heady form of nose-candy. I have attended far too many Meet the Geeky Winemaker dinners in my day that have had the unintended collateral effect of nearly killing off the aforesaid vigneron. On so many of those occasions, I have felt that what I most wanted after the wretchedly excessive repast was the soothing lightness of a moscato. You, gentle reader need not dance as close to the edge as I have, need not commit ritual seppuku by foie gras. The moscato instructs us that it will be all right, after all.