From the gentle slopes of the hills, where the sun ripens the grapes that weigh on the rows, to the large oak barrels, our wine is processed according to ancient traditions linked to the most lively techniques of our peasant culture. The working in the vineyards takes care of the grapes and the winemaking process transforms the fruit of our land so that the wine is an expression of our territory. And finally, the right times of waiting and infinite attention precede the pleasure and judgment of those who drink the intense ruby of its color. The moment of that pleasure is preceded by our work and our peasant wisdom. In communicating this philosophy we have stolen from Galileo an unforgettable metaphor, the water that steals light from the sun and falls in love by blushing.