IN A WINE, SAVOR A WORLD
IN A WINE, SAVOR A WORLD
From the mountain to the sea
The main tratturi (sheep tracks) went from the mountains to the sea, imposing transhumance routes usually 60 paces wide (111 meters) and up to 250 km long. Between them was woven a dense network of minor streets, the tratturelli, which innervated every strip of this land of shepherds.
Today most of them have been lost, transformed into roads, crops and vineyards.
But wherever you go, in Abruzzo, you will always end up, perhaps without knowing it, by stepping on an ancient sheep track.Oggi la maggior parte di essi è andata perduta, trasformata in strade, coltivazioni e vigneti.
Ma ovunque si vada, in Abruzzo, si finirà sempre, magari senza saperlo, col calpestare un antico tratturo.
From the mountain to the sea
The main tratturi (sheep tracks) went from the mountains to the sea, imposing transhumance routes usually 60 paces wide (111 meters) and up to 250 km long. Between them was woven a dense network of minor streets, the tratturelli, which innervated every strip of this land of shepherds.
Today most of them have been lost, transformed into roads, crops and vineyards.
But wherever you go, in Abruzzo, you will always end up, perhaps without knowing it, by stepping on an ancient sheep track.Oggi la maggior parte di essi è andata perduta, trasformata in strade, coltivazioni e vigneti.
Ma ovunque si vada, in Abruzzo, si finirà sempre, magari senza saperlo, col calpestare un antico tratturo.
In the wake of tradition
Even where the route has disappeared, the long trail of the tratturi often remains visible under the track, often drawn by the caesura between the vineyards or by long, barren plots of land that descend from the hill. As still remain, along the road, the stages that marked the pastoral journey, in the villages and rural churches that constituted its stops.
In the wake of tradition
Even where the route has disappeared, the long trail of the tratturi often remains visible under the track, often drawn by the caesura between the vineyards or by long, barren plots of land that descend from the hill. As still remain, along the road, the stages that marked the pastoral journey, in the villages and rural churches that constituted its stops.
In a land of shepherds
Perched on the slopes of the Maiella, wild but open to the world and to the road, custodians of an ancestral relationship with nature, the shepherds of Abruzzo still live in our lands. If you meet them they will offer you a few words and perhaps a piece of cheese, which they will gladly accompany with the good wine you bring them. An Abruzzo wine like Pecorino lives today thanks to them, to their flocks that have fertilized the vineyards in their perennial movement.
In a land of shepherds
Perched on the slopes of the Maiella, wild but open to the world and to the road, custodians of an ancestral relationship with nature, the shepherds of Abruzzo still live in our lands. If you meet them they will offer you a few words and perhaps a piece of cheese, which they will gladly accompany with the good wine you bring them. An Abruzzo wine like Pecorino lives today thanks to them, to their flocks that have fertilized the vineyards in their perennial movement.
In the heart of Abruzzo, in the heart of Italy
Although it does not belong to the group of the best known regions of Italy, Abruzzo is nevertheless one of the most characteristic.
Set in the center of the peninsula, it still represents, from the highest peaks of the Apennines to the long Adriatic coast, the authentic portrait of the Italy of the villages: the most evocative and most loved, in many ways renewed, but still not betrayed, by modernity .
It is here, in the municipality of Atessa, that our family has lived for centuries.
In the heart of Abruzzo, in the heart of Italy
Although it does not belong to the group of the best known regions of Italy, Abruzzo is nevertheless one of the most characteristic.
Set in the center of the peninsula, it still represents, from the highest peaks of the Apennines to the long Adriatic coast, the authentic portrait of the Italy of the villages: the most evocative and most loved, in many ways renewed, but still not betrayed, by modernity .
It is here, in the municipality of Atessa, that our family has lived for centuries.