You may know by now that, sadly, VERY sadly, I don’t live in our beautiful region since last year. I try to go back to see my beloved green hills as much as possible, and every time I am sure to bring back a big suitcase with me. This year I only managed to go..
Ever since I remember, home has always meant green hills covered in vines for me. Even when I was a little girl attending the elementary school, we used to spend the first days of the new school year wandering around the centre of Cupra Montana to admire the preparation of the famous “Sagra dell’Uva” (of..
It’s really a pity that technlogy hasn’t been able in all these years to find a way to share parfumes. Because for this post, all you need would be just to close your eyes and smell the essence of the must (the juice coming from freshly squeezed grapes). Unfortunately we can’t share this essence, but..
I must admit, I am not a real wine connoisseur myself. I grew up by having a bottle of white wine (namely, Verdicchio) on the table, for lunch and/or dinner but, beside that, my family is not really eager to get to know with the wine. Even though the first thing I miss as soon..
The basement is usually the best place to keep the darkest secrets, but in this case the cellar couldn’t have more to offer. I am speaking about the one in Cupra Montana, which was originally the cellar of the 18th century Monastery of Santa Caterina, not in use anymore. After a beautiful and careful work..