Our Story
A garage, a carboy, and the stubborn belief that patience is an ingredient.
The old country
Terni, Umbria — where wine is less a pastime than a given, poured before anyone thinks to ask. Its hills taught us that the best things come from steep ground and long patience, and that every meal deserves a bottle worth sharing.
The new world
Jetersville, Virginia — front porches, red clay, and a yard full of animals with no respect for property lines. Virginia taught us to think big and to stay connected to the land — and exactly which creatures will get into the crush bins if you look away.
The big city
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn — a three-story house within earshot of the R train, where every vintage is made. The grapes are crushed by hand in the garden, and the wine rests downstairs in the quiet of the boiler room. Brooklyn taught us to make every square foot count, and to hold ourselves to the standards of a city that expects the best.
The people
Like most things worth doing, the toil of making wine from scratch falls to a select few. The tasting and enjoying, however, has always been a family affair.
The management
Julia is the inspiration behind it all: she has presided over every vintage from the warmest seat in the house, approved nothing, and still ended up on two of our labels. Domino handles security, mostly from the windowsill; Butter oversees quality control, mostly of whatever is left on the kitchen counter. None of them has ever helped with the crush.
Every bottle draws inspiration from all three places — the hills of Umbria, the fields of Virginia, the streets of Bay Ridge — and from the family and animals who call them home.
Taste the result
Three places, one table. Pour a glass and taste where it all comes together.
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