My dear Enrico and Mario
……the ancient forest was dense in fragrances, richly coloured by autumn, and I walked under a rain of leaves not hearing anything by my steps. All of a sudden I had lost my notion of time and decided to remain there awaiting new springs bringing lilies and primroses.
I often sat under that same old oak, enjoying intense and new emotions, but the gently rolling hills invited me to restore what man had taken away: the green mantle of the meadows, the nests among the leaves and the unending rows of vines and so I imagined my woodlands immersed in a sea of vineyards where the gently swaying trees merged with the colourful grapes in their bowers.
Emotion became reality and I entrust the story to your hands and heart, from the first fantastic moment I left the city and discovered this place where you will go on producing the wine, fruit of a truly emotional moment, that witnesses a story started by pure chance and which I hope will continue throughout all the coming seasons.
Muscoline 8-12-2005
From a letter by my father