The days spent working in the cellar have been the leitmotif on my life, the stage of my winters. The stepping stone to my relief. They cleaned the bitterness of autumn and led me straight towards my spring.
Now the cellar cradles the quiet slowness of the wines in the vats, listens to friends debating on the quality of wine getting ready for the next vintage and welcomes the warm vibes of the harvest. Each vintage will have its own story, told by the wine.
I start a new life. I realize it when I find myself smiling in the cellar. And you know, a smile is a dream that made it.
My cellar smells of semplicity.
