He has the sunny impetuosity of his homeland: when you meet him, he'd like to tell you everything in a few minutes, and have you taste everything, explaining his joy and satisfaction at the positive reviews of his wine, and at the same time, he'd like to express his anger at how Southern wine is perceived, and he becomes a Southerner. Then, suddenly, he takes offense at the men of his own land who, for decades, have transformed the name Marsala into an almost vulgar word.He has tears in his eyes when he talks about the degradation of his Sicily, he lights up with fury; but he immediately relaxes into his myriad plans when the glass is raised to his lips.