An insider’s intimate love letter to the voluptuous yet lucid wines crafted here in the today's italian south
It couldn't be prettier, this mountain. For the longest time you half expect Heidi and her grandfather and oxen more
as 'workers of the soil', or 'terrrone', the pejorative for anyone from the south has recently been reclaimed here as the pin on which we hang our modern, collective identity. our cultural heritage is different, our ethnic-make up, our world view. our land. our food.
and you can taste all of this in every drop of our wine.

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