This cheese is like that boy your mother wants you to marry—safe, reliable, a little bit predictable. you know it's always going to treat you right. you hold the idea of it in reserve like an extra ace tucked away. when you've been burned by flashier, sexier, more exciting cheeses—what a good idea brescianella seemed like at the time!—cave-aged gruyere is there to pick you up the morning after. it doesn't ask questions, doesn't press its agenda, it's just there, solid and dependable. it knows the tortoise always wins the race in the end.