La Sicilia è un luogo da mille volti, ma esiste anche una Sicilia che consideriamo nostra. Si compone di strade, colori e odori dispersi nell’aria.
Territory
Sicily is a place with a thousand faces, but there is a Sicily that we consider ours. It is made up of streets, colors and smells dispersed in the air. It is made of countryside and rock, that of the Iblei Mountains, perhaps the least known part of the whole region. We love the quarries of spectacular beauty that suddenly open up in the orography of the mountains, the canyons, the caves; the fact that there are necropolises and catacombs hidden among the vegetation. We love the road that winds along the plateau between the oak and laurel woods of the Corrado, Pendente and Selvaggi hills, and the view that extends up to the profiles of Bollarito and Patro. We are amazed every time by the humble beauty of the dry stone walls. Walls like works of art that give geometric grace to the mountains, in contrast with the transitory nature of the limestone rock of these areas. And in the same way, we continue to marvel at the baroque beauties, such as Ragusa, Modica, Scicli, Palazzolo Acreide and the Val di Noto, which suddenly interrupt the harshness of the mountains with their architectural splendor. Here there are holm oaks, olive trees and carob trees. There is the strength of nature, and of the rock that crumbles like "giuggiulena" as it slopes towards the sea. Here they transform into outcropping rocks or insurmountable dunes, in the shadow of which vineyards once grew. Kilometers of sands and beaches that take us directly to Africa, so close after all. To that sand of the Sahara desert that reaches here on Sirocco days.
Here there is the wind and the roughness of smells and aromas. All ingredients transmitted in our wines.