From the gently undulating hill sides, when the sun ripensthe bunches of grapes hanging from the vines to the large oak barrels, our wine is vinified following ancient traditions coming from paesant culture. The treatment in the vineyard is made taking care of every single bunch, and the vinification process trasforms grapes so it can preserve inside all hits territorial identity. Finally rigth aging time and extreme attention are preciding the pleasure and the judgement of who will taste the ruby red of his color. The moment of pleasure is preceded by our work and our paesant wisdom

In communication of this philosophy we stolen to Galileo an unforgettable metaphor: Water which steals light from the sun and falls in love blushing.