WORDS, VALUES
"Earth, fire and steel. This is wine in its elementary form: twisting vines, faces etched by time, moist earth, bonfire smoke, cold metal. It’s frost and mist, joy and warmth, technique and pure grit. Wine is made from more than love. You train the shoots, burn pruned runners, fill the vats, rotate the bottles. It’s endless work if you aim for quality. It’s teamwork and solitary concentration, the nearness of your companions in the vineyard and the lone task of riddling, striving for perfect perlage. The sky may be dark and baroque, the cellar lighting remind you of The Night Watch. The chores are never-ending, the seasons pitiless or generous, but in the end you have your wine".
