“reckless young people, old vineyards, disobedient wines”

We chose the vineyard.
We wanted to take a piece of the world. Put it in order, in matter and spirit. And we chose the vineyard. This we do. Look for the lost balance. The only antidote to cure this sick world. Indomitable, always.

Our vineyards and our feet trample the same earth.
We are in the Berici Hills where curious explorers have yet to arrive.
The grapes grow only in the hills, cultivated in respectful agriculture.
Wines are free to be themselves without chemical interventions.
And then there is us, rebellious and wild like the wine we make.