Under the shadows of the vineyards our tought lives serene, the scent and the flavour of the fruit of the soil can become ethernal when our memory keeps their valour; in our family every instant of life has its valour and colour and when I look for the origin of our serenity I end my search always among the rows of my vineyards with the leaves that, moved by the wind, greet as to call out for the hands of the harvesters.
The good wine brews among these paths full of life where the farmers songs can be heard as the scissors cut the best grapes off the vineyards.
The women lay the net while the men lean the stairs to the branches and hang the baskets created by skilled hands. The air is clear and bracing; the flavour of the new oil is all around.
The scents really warm up entering the cellar. In this almost mystical place with soft lights, excellent humidity and a careful air exchange the wines exalt themselves, some in french oak barrels, some in new new french barriques.

In a delicate and maternal hug flavours, scents and fragrances bloom just to be told by every bottle under the sparkling daylights.

It is the place where we find our balance.

It is "Il Feuduccio di S.Maria d'Orni".