"an unknown journey in the far east"
A small vineyard with half a century of history. Of the rows that do not correspond to the maps, so a month before the 2018 vintage I realize that something was not right. The grape hanging from the branches is not the declared one. I taste it, I reassess it. A deep purple, peppery sensations that speak of a far east. Such is the desire to find out what this bottle story can be that I decide to vinify the grapes separately. The press cannot host so few grapes so I pressed with my own feet. A year later, following various researches, I discover the variety. But I decided to keep it unknown. In a world where everyone knows everything about everyone, keeping a secret is a bit like cultivating a lost intimacy.