wine stories

One of the things we’ve learned over the past five years is that owning a winery in Tuscany is a bit like peeling an onion.

So this edition could be considered to be a little bit geeky but our dear gentle readers [that’s you lot by the way] will remember our last newsletter. There we were, in the immortal lyrics of Smile by Lily Allen, having “a little whine and a moan” about winter. We were, however, also looking forward to things getting busier. ‍[Editors Note: Now I see why he remembered this line although he spells it without the ‘h”….].

We’re glad January is over.

Weather-wise and work-wise

Porta gli Spritz

It's been a couple of months since we did this! Let's see if we remember how...

...but we are awake now. Kind of. Sort of.

Who'd thought?

….we have not one, not two, but three wines.

Where are we at?