“Vittoria, the wine, the vineyard, the dry stone walls. This is my land. The sun rising, early in the morning, on the Iblei Mountains, while the sky blushes in layers and the warm light spreads among the rows of Fossa di Lupo, my district. I love the grapes of these places, Il Frappato and Nero d'Avola. I find myself in their expression, in their being harmonic and unequal. I love the strength of knowing how to carry a past and a future in at the same time. " It all started seventeen years ago in Fossa di Lupo. A magical place where the earth, which in the evening turns red and is combed by the wind that comes from the Iblei, leans on one side to a road: the SP68. A state road like many others, but with a special history. It was once made of stone, narrowing little more than a path; three thousand years ago
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