Goj

They call me Goj. I make people happy. Colour is my strength and grapes are my badge. Like blue balloons that a child’s hand is about to release into the sky. He sees them rise without regret and he watches them fly until they caress the clouds. From up there, the hills and the roofs of the houses, the roads and the trees turn into the coloured tesserae of a fantastic mosaic. How many shades of green are there in a vineyard? And how much red is narrated by roof tiles that know the strength of the summer heat and the snowy rigours of winter? The whiteness of many roads is still that of the dust raised by the people who travel them. And in spring the trees are poised between the pink and white of blossoms that will soon turn to fruit. The soil lays bare, ochre and yellow and, if you know where to look for it, the blue vein that recalls the time in the distant past when all around was sea.
Three large grapes stand for the balance of the Barbera variety, the freshness of the still young wine and the brio it conveys to the palate.
I like company and I love the joy that is the essence of my name. I’m Goj, I make people happy and I like being with happy people.