COMPANY

It all began eighteen years ago in Fossa di Lupo.

A magical place where the land, tinged red in the evening and combed by the wind from the Hyblaean Mountains, leans on one side against a road: the SP68.

A provincial road like many others, but with a special history. Once made of stone, barely narrower than a path; three thousand years ago, it connected Gela to Kamarina, and, as it does today, it ran along the roads of Cerasuolo di Vittoria, and from Caltagirone it continued on to Catania and Lentini.

There, squeezed between heaven and earth, the line of that road also marked the destiny of this company. The first hectare of land, next to the Fossa di Lupo winery, was followed by others. The company has also expanded into the districts of Bombolieri, Pettineo, Bastonaca, Santa Teresa, Serra d'Elia, and Santa Margherita.

A journey we have followed step by step, knowing that beneath the red sands of Vittoria, something special was hidden: the limestone, the tuff, the chalk, which over the years we have sought to increasingly express in our wines.

In Bombolieri, the vineyard extends and curves along the limestone base of the district, the vines are twenty years old and older, and the courtyard overlooking the winery captures all the solar power of the Iblei Mountains.

Never before have I felt as though I have traveled a coherent path.

Never before have we felt as though we are carrying both past and future with us, as we travel through the various districts to Santa Margherita a Chiaramonte Gulfi.

Our SP68 was the oldest wine route ever recorded. Generations and generations of farmers set out to bring their wine to the coast. We feel like custodians of these agricultural landscapes, conscious of our agricultural tradition while also looking to the future.

WINES

Vittoria, the wine, the vineyard, the dry-stone walls. This is my land. The sun rising early in the morning from the Hyblaean Mountains, while the sky turns red in layers and the warm light spreads between the rows of vines in Lupo, my district. I love the grapes of these places, Frappato and Nero d'Avola. I identify with their expression, their harmony and unequaled nature. I adore the strength of being able to carry within oneself a past and a future at the same time.

COMPANY

It all began eighteen years ago in Fossa di Lupo.

A magical place where the land, tinged red in the evening and combed by the wind from the Hyblaean Mountains, leans on one side against a road: the SP68.

A provincial road like many others, but with a special history. Once made of stone, barely narrower than a path; three thousand years ago, it connected Gela to Kamarina, and, as it does today, it ran along the roads of Cerasuolo di Vittoria, and from Caltagirone it continued on to Catania and Lentini.

There, squeezed between heaven and earth, the line of that road also marked the destiny of this company. The first hectare of land, next to the Fossa di Lupo winery, was followed by others. The company has also expanded into the districts of Bombolieri, Pettineo, Bastonaca, Santa Teresa, Serra d'Elia, and Santa Margherita.

A journey we have followed step by step, knowing that beneath the red sands of Vittoria, something special was hidden: the limestone, the tuff, the chalk, which over the years we have sought to increasingly express in our wines.

In Bombolieri, the vineyard extends and curves along the limestone base of the district, the vines are twenty years old and older, and the courtyard overlooking the winery captures all the solar power of the Iblei Mountains.

Never before have I felt as though I have traveled a coherent path.

Never before have we felt as though we are carrying both past and future with us, as we travel through the various districts to Santa Margherita a Chiaramonte Gulfi.

Our SP68 was the oldest wine route ever recorded. Generations and generations of farmers set out to bring their wine to the coast. We feel like custodians of these agricultural landscapes, conscious of our agricultural tradition while also looking to the future.

WINES

Vittoria, the wine, the vineyard, the dry-stone walls. This is my land. The sun rising early in the morning from the Hyblaean Mountains, while the sky turns red in layers and the warm light spreads between the rows of vines in Lupo, my district. I love the grapes of these places, Frappato and Nero d'Avola. I identify with their expression, their harmony and unequaled nature. I adore the strength of being able to carry within oneself a past and a future at the same time.