“Tractor prints in the mud attract your eye, intrigue you, remind you of the deepest secrets hidden beneath sprays of water soft as silk. You hesitate but a moment and, unable to resist this silent beckoning, intangible and fleeting, you give in [...]. And lo the wine [...] begins to speak to you, to share the fact that millenniums have passed beneath these vineyards' eyes. Only the vine observes the passing of events and silently, God-like, contemplates them from on high.And we still make use of its gifts, including the art of making wine, an art that follows us [...] in moments of pure pleasure and profound meditation, an art that we make ours earlier than any other tradition, along with mother's milk.”
A word with such subtle power, intimate and so extreme. For the grape grower and winemaker dedication lies in caring little gestures that daily express a constant love for the vine and for wine. Dedication becomes total commitment throughout the seasons and the years where the art that is winemaking is concerned. Dedication is also faithfulness, not just to work but to the land as well, honoring Mother Nature to achieve a result that is savored all the more because it must be waited for each time. This translates into solicitude, care, generosity in giving of yourself to reach a goal: wine, that delightful fruit of one's devotion. You are never certain it will be as you expected, only sure that you have given it your all..
"Earth, fire and steel. This is wine in its elementary form: twisting vines, faces etched by time, moist earth, bonfire smoke, cold metal. It's frost and mist, joy and warmth, technique and pure grit. Wine is made from more than love. You train the shoots, burn pruned runners, fill the vats, rotate the bottles. It's endless work if you aim for quality. It's teamwork and solitary concentration, the nearness of your companions in the vineyard and the lone task of riddling, striving for perfect perlage. The sky may be dark and baroque, the cellar lighting remind you of The Night Watch. The chores are never-ending, the seasons pitiless or generous, but in the end you have your wine"
"Man, the vertical animal, reaches towards the sky. The vine, that for so long clung to trees, preceded him; indeed, it conquered him, as seen by the grapes with which he's loaded and by the divine drink that, with Bacchus' blessing, he gets from them. If the gods and many sacred tests have sanctified wine, its creators are earth and human passion. The vine is wild, it must be wooed and loved. Its tamers caress it, train it, direct it. In the cellar wine lives a hidden life, secret yet watched over. Step by step it becomes what it should and can be. Simple grape juice turns to red (or white) gold"
The term terroir evokes green landscapes, gentle hills, sunny slopes, geometric layout designed by lengthy rows, people devoted to a passion for the places and traditions of their land.A terroir is therefore a concrete, tangible place defined by many factors: geography, soil, water and microclimate. A real and life-filled concept that also has a cultural dimension tied closely to its community. Franciacorta, a morainic basin south of Lake Iseo, an excellent terroir. With, from its origins, a viticultural vocation that expresses itself in grapes and hence in wines with special organoleptic properties, inimitable and easily identified.
Time is a succession of instants - theoretically infinite - that humans have conventionally divided into seconds, minutes, days and years. But time is a measure of motion, and without movement there is no life, so in absolute terms time is the measure of man. To make a great wine you must know time's value and work without haste; in the vineyard following the rhythms of the seasons to pick the grapes at perfect ripeness; in the cellar respecting the time needed for perfect winemaking. And then that patient waiting, ensuring the finest quality. Wine is therefore not just the fruit of the vine but also the fruit of time, the fruit of living.