What matters is not the 20 hectares, eighteen of which planted with vineyards, nor the plan for future enlargement, but the care taken of each single plant, the study of the most ancient techniques carried out by means of the most modern and sophisticated analyses.
One should walk along the vine-rows, in autumn, when the grapes are ripe and swollen by the sun and, in winter, when the black rootstocks contrast with the virgin snow.
Barbera, with its rough skin, and Moscato, delicate and with a perfume as alluring as a siren’s song. And, recently, Uvalino, strong, sure of itself as only those who boast a long history that has just come to light can be.
The grass among the vine-rows, the birds enticed by the small wooden shelters, the calcareous-clayey soil, seven or eight buds per plant in a classic Guyot layout, and the hills of Costigliole all around. The vines, trained in varying ways, whose patterns are landscape art designed by history.