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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.
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