Getting Drunk on Life
Come to think of it, my wines are only a means. The means by which I try to express myself, to represent myself in this world, to make sense of my rapid passage on earth.
I have never stopped living with dreams.
My ambition is that of creating a place, a space, which is contemporarily out of this world, but yet strongly rooted in contemporaneity. A place where within, certain contradictions appear: city and countryside, progress and conservation, manual labor and intellectual labor, technology and humanism. A place from where you could look at reality being sure that you are on a different path.
It doesn’t interest me to just make a bottle of wine to sell it on the market. I would like instead, with that bottle of wine, to tell the story of the Marchigiano farmer, to help convey biodiversity, both ecologically and culturally, and to try to indicate different possibilities.
In this sense, wine is an exceptional instrument. It can be a true paradigm of cultural “locale” that makes the “global” economy. It is an “original” artifact in the sense that it cannot be separated from a specific and constituting origin. It is something that can be exchanged on the global market, but not in the negative sense like in the case of big finance markets that don’t produce anything. No. It is more of a market of true exchange, of exposure, and of dialogue concerning identity and culture.
This is what I would like my wine to be. Something that speaks of Italy, of Le Marche, of Cupramontana, of myself. Something that you pour in the glass to make people feel good. To get them drunk with life. To make a little more innocuous the vacuum.
I have never stopped living with dreams.
My ambition is that of creating a place, a space, which is contemporarily out of this world, but yet strongly rooted in contemporaneity. A place where within, certain contradictions appear: city and countryside, progress and conservation, manual labor and intellectual labor, technology and humanism. A place from where you could look at reality being sure that you are on a different path.
It doesn’t interest me to just make a bottle of wine to sell it on the market. I would like instead, with that bottle of wine, to tell the story of the Marchigiano farmer, to help convey biodiversity, both ecologically and culturally, and to try to indicate different possibilities.
In this sense, wine is an exceptional instrument. It can be a true paradigm of cultural “locale” that makes the “global” economy. It is an “original” artifact in the sense that it cannot be separated from a specific and constituting origin. It is something that can be exchanged on the global market, but not in the negative sense like in the case of big finance markets that don’t produce anything. No. It is more of a market of true exchange, of exposure, and of dialogue concerning identity and culture.
This is what I would like my wine to be. Something that speaks of Italy, of Le Marche, of Cupramontana, of myself. Something that you pour in the glass to make people feel good. To get them drunk with life. To make a little more innocuous the vacuum.