From the gentle hillside slopes, where the sun leads to ripening the bunches weighing on the rows, to the large oak barrels, our wine is worked according to ancient traditions linked to the most vivid techniques of our peasant culture. Processing in vineyards takes care of grape bunches and the winemaking process transforms the fruit of our land so that wine is the expression of our territory.
And finally the right times of endless wait and attention precede the pleasure and judgment of those who will drink the intense ruby of his color. The moment of that pleasure is preceded by our work and our rural wisdom.
In communicating this philosophy we stole Galileo an unforgettable metaphor, the water that steals light in the sun and falls in love blushing.