character:

Who among us does not secretly love the pop star? (Just a bit, come now, admit it.) Who does not tire just a bit of black tie evenings at the opera, and discussing which of the great Piedmont tenors, Barolo or Barbaresco, renders a more complex interpretation of Tosca? Or even late nights spent in dark, smoke filled clubs listening to the crooner Barbera sing standards to the hip set. Who does not, on occasion, hum a slightly different tune as they walk across town? For those precise moments there is Dolcetto, the “Little Sweet One,” and the pure outright unapologetic pop sensation of the Piedmont. Young, fresh, lively, and wholly uncomplicated, his is an easy celebrity: instantly recognizable (for him this is mostly done by way of his trademark, eccentric, fabulously bright purple attire) with a smooth, high, unchallenging voice. Making him exactly what he claims to be: young, good-looking, and giving you something you can dance to. (Just don’t expect him to age well, mind.) A sure crowd please, he is one we all take pleasure in once in awhile. Whether we admit it to the operatti set or not.

tastes like:

That song you know all the words to that your friends would be surprised to find out you know all the words to.

pairs nicely with:

A well-packed picnic basket, large crowded outdoor events, and any happening in which the suffix ‘-Fest’ features prominently in the title; any pair of pants or skirt you have not worn but still have from university, that stack of old t-shirts that were funny (and fit you) at university; and waiting in line for tickets, to anything; trashy celebrity gossip magazines, the turning up one’s nose at trashy celebrity gossip magazines, and the condescension even though you really do not like these things to pick up just because it’s there and flip through the trashy celebrity gossip magazine you really do not like, for half an hour; take out, delivery, and drinking at home with friends on a weeknight.