This is a curious release. On the face of it, Gheorghiu was born to sing to Puccini's pathetic heroines, and in her manner, tone, morbidezza, interpretation and intent she is divinely perfect. So is there a but? There is...and it's Gheorghiu's pitch. Too often she follows Tebaldi's habit of singing just ever so slightly under the note. Sometimes this can be done successfully as a nuance of interpretation - de los Angles' Mimi has examples of how "caressing" the line of the aria can bring vulnerability and humanity to a character. But here it is mainly the important pianissimi where pitch sags (or is not reached). There is also the first trace of a beat developing. All singers mature of course, and one hopes that this brings a reward in terms of experience and skill. But this is a slight disappointment - compared to her (later) complete Butterfly. Much is lovely, but it's not the complete and overwhelmingly beautiful record I expected...