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Have you ever been at
Fontanavecchia, in autumn, when the weather is pretending to be the
beautiful season, and the wine branches reflect the colour of the sky in
October? Or when the rain has put out the sun and fields have been
freshly harvested, so that the fields are covered with the evergreen and
in the air there is a perfume of the harvest?
 Pass
by us, stop even just for
a moment, to gaze at our beautiful hillsides. With their silence and
beauty, you will be seduced by your senses. On these hillsides, someone
once sat, and listened to the old time stories told by Grandma, as she
remembered the first time she saw the roots of the oak trees that came
from the earth, and how they surrounded the vine yards, on the eve of
the picking of the first grapes for the aglianico and falanghina.
Then the vision of the old house, the heart of the family, where in the
passing of the years, exactly 150 years ago, the first vines where
planted. The strong vines where grown, looked upon, by whom, barefoot,
and content, controlled with love and passion the first, makings of our
family wine. |
