The grape? Always Ansonica. The vineyard? Always Altura. The hands and heart? Always ours…
And the wine? The child of a vintage like no other: 2020. A year when the sun reigned supreme and undisputed. And its sister, the rain? Nowhere to be found. For years, so often our blessing now, nothing. But the mighty vine stood its ground! Grape scarce or abundant. Ripe yet weary, decimated, sweet and salty, rich, concentrated.
And so, here is the wine, dense with the grape's essence: sugars reaching for the stars, volatiles soaring like albatrosses. A taste that lingers on and on, never fades, and in the end, what a surprise what depth! A fermentation that never stops, never rests. More than three years, and still, it sings.
And when it says: “Hey! I want to change. I’m ready! Put me in a bottle I’m ready to go!"