The landscape
At first there is the sun
guiding the traveler through the rows of vines and pointing to the main road, illuminating it with gold. Gradually the path brightens, opening the view to ancient, unknown and brand new scenery. The spirit of civilization that dominates these places has never died out and underlies every action of man. It is a light that carries the reflections of Magna Graecia, where everything was born and the pulse of eternity resounds.
Then comes the land
rich, fat, magnificent: it sustains the path and grants sap to the world, gives itself without qualms and asks nothing in return but the recognition owed to a mother. It is seen, touched and smelled, it pours forth age-old scents that create an atmosphere
Finally, here are the grapes
shelling berry by berry, like a slow, endless rosary of prayers to nature and its rhythms. Tiny purple pearls that gather in bulbous clusters and carry with them.
