Fermentation begins when it begins. In cold years, this is October. In warm years, September. We do not heat the cellar. We do not cool it. The wine makes itself. We watch.
The wines remain in barrel for eighteen to thirty-six months. We do not rack. We do not filter. The lees settle. The wine clarifies by gravity and time. Bottling happens in February, during the waning moon. This is not superstition. It is the schedule that works.
The first wine Aldo made, and the last Elena released. It smells of the cellar it was raised in: limestone, old wood, the faint sulfur of natural fermentation. The palate is saline, not fruity. It is not a wine for tasting. It is a wine for drinking with food, over time.
The broadest of the four wines. The clay in Vigna Bassa gives it weight. It is the wine we drink ourselves, at lunch, from the same tumblers we use for barrel samples. It does not travel well. We do not ship it to America.
Allocated entirely before bottling. The list is closed. We do not maintain a waiting list for this wine. To ask is to misunderstand how we work.
Made only in years when the old vines produce enough fruit. The 2019 vintage was the first since 2012. The wine is light in color, heavy in tannin. It needs a decade. We will not release it before 2029. The 600 bottles are in the cellar, waiting.