WORDS, VALUES

“Tractor prints in the mud attract your eye, intrigue you, remind you of the deepest secrets hidden beneath sprays of water soft as silk.
You hesitate but a moment and, unable to resist this silent beckoning, intangible and fleeting, you give in [...]. And lo the wine [...] begins to speak to you, to share the fact that millenniums have passed beneath these vineyards’ eyes. Only the vine observes the passing of events and silently, God-like, contemplates them from on high.

And we still make use of its gifts, including the art of making wine, an art that follows us [...] in moments of pure pleasure and profound meditation, an art that we make ours earlier than any other tradition, along with mother’s milk”.