Even after all this time and more than thirty grape harvests, I still bow down before your age, my millenial marn. You lay on the steep slopes of the mountains, beyond which the earth cannot be tilled. I could tell about the ideal conditions of life and growth of the vine stumps and be proud of the unique microclimate of this territory, which is a cru, that means having the highest decoration: its respect is guaranteed.

I had been dreaming about it for years. I just wanted it exactly as it is now, because it was a desire I always had had in my heart. A craved and cuddled plan, all by my own hand. My cellar is to me like a shed of monastic simplicity, spacious to guard the wines I respect, built to host work and guests. It is strong as it is made of natural and ancient materials: brick, stone, rock, wood, glass and iron, which can withstand the earthquakes that often shake my land.