We started making wine about forty years ago; at that time the wine was made for the family and friends; the masters were the farmers of the farm that were handed down traditions and knowledge from afar.
The wine was organic, sustainable, not by choice but by mere custom. Same technique for both the white wine and the red: the “cask”, the fermentation on the skins, the pressing by hand, the chestnut barrels (wood from our forests).
The place was crucial; the cave dug into the tufo in the forest, where darkness and humidity were the same as the ones that more than two thousand years before had accompanied the eternal rest of some Etruscan warrior.
Then everything changed. The modern oenology, fast, during the growth and the death of a vine, has upset everything. It has made us forget stories, tools and practices rooted in centuries.
With “Musco” we only wanted to rebuild what we experienced with great fortune, not to forget, for a testimony. Far be it from us to think about the attempt of another natural wine!
We have dedicated to it a piece of vineyard, stirring the row Procanico, Verdello and Malvasia as was the custom, in order to give birth to a wine already with the imprint of the character of the blend.
We put in use the old hand press that after decades is still able to “play” the ticking gear and we fixed the flywheel pump.
We found Antonio, a passionate cooper, an artist more than a craftsman, and together we chose the wooden boards to rebuild the chestnut barrels.
Then everything was done as it once was, simply by following more instinct than technique, more memory than chemistry, more passion than protocol.
This is “Musco” whose name does not have a precise meaning; it’s not just a wine but the desire of those who with care, understanding and the tools of old wish to nurture the retelling of a timeless story.