A white bud in an ocean of

green. The land of birth

never stops telling its story.

Untiring, unending

it widens its resources, its gifts,

its gems, its first produce,

its charm. Charm in its vine-shoots,

its bunches, the realm of the

Grapevine decorating and embroidering

hills and valleys. In Spring the fragrance

of inflorescence, in Autumn the fragrance

of must. All an invitation to admire,

joy, even if it costs much sacrifice.

The hills of Conegliano have a great

heir: Prosecco wine.

A rare sip to discover and taste

intelligently. The winery also has

other species of vines, even if of a lower

quality, offering distinguished and

elegant wines of extraordinary refinement.