They are six, large, imposing, mysterious… but yet they are fragile.
The amphorae arrived, after a long journey, that began, several months ago, in Russian Georgia.
They are six, large, imposing, mysterious. But yet they are fragile. We look at them, for a few more days, in all their majesty, because we know that they must be buried. Not only because of their fragility but, above all, to bring them back into contact with the soil, the material they are made of, the material they need in order to function. Georgian earth in contact with Italian earth. Georgian tradition in harmony with Italian tradition.
Wine has always united people. Wine is conviviality, “cum vivere”, that is, living together.
We interpret the vinification in amphora in our own way, using a long experience with fermentations and submerged cap macerations. We use bamboo canes to confine the grape skins below the free surface of the wine; keeping them immersed but separated from the liquid, to move the moment of their final separation as far as possible. It is a small betrayal of the Georgian tradition. We know this, but betrayal and tradition have a common etymology, precisely because tradition changes and regenerates itself, over time, through many small betrayals that we are used to calling changes.
We don't know exactly what amphorae will give to our wines; it's part of their mystery. We just need to know what they give to us and we are sure that, in turn, we will return it to our wines. For thousands of years, before science supplanted myth, before protocols replaced rituals, man buried objects, entrusting them, hopefully, to the beneficial telluric forces, capable of renewing and transmitting vital energy to these objects. This ancestral practice led us to bury the terracotta amphorae and to entrust the care of our wines to them. The place where they are lined up has become our waiting room. Here, we confidently await our wines before sharing them with you.