A Love Letter to Mountain Vineyards
On terraces, stone walls, and the stubborn beauty of farming a cliff.
There is a particular madness to farming a mountainside: the dry-stone walls that take a lifetime to build, the soil that must be carried back up after every storm, the views that almost make it worthwhile. Almost.
This is a love letter to the growers who refuse to give up these impossible slopes, and to the wines that taste, somehow, of the effort itself.
