A love story
On holiday, as a tourist fascinated by Italy, I admired the sunset over the hills of Chianti, while sipping a red wine in an improvised aperitif, which would end a day of complete rest.
The wine had a name of a woman and Silka, my wife, jokingly told me that she would have liked to taste a wine that bore her name.
I lifted the glass to my lips wondering what flavour a wine that described my wife should have…
To this day I do not know what the answer is, I’ve simply created a wine that speaks of her:
With Silka by my side, I then tried something else: to describe Susann, La Principessa.