Shoots, leaves and grapes rooted in the past
of us both, in the north and in the south.

Different vineyards and landscapes, but with common traditions and memories: fragrances, flavours and sensations that have guided us, leading us by the hand throughout this adventure. In our eyes and hearts are the grape harvests of fifty years ago, which were not a mere harvest, but an ancient ritual: a feast of the earth, the timeliness of which was marked by the alternation of the seasons...

“Although this is insane, there is logic in it”