Primitivo

If it were a question, Primitivo would have at least two answers: one Adriatic, the other Ionian. Two inclinations. Translating them into more or less similar pleasures: the taste of reading or music at night, when all the rest of the world seems under the effect of a strange spell and the secret drafting of a love letter dedicated to someone who does not suspect to be motive and inspiration.

Thus Salento continues to express its dual personality, and this is what makes it special and seductive. Just think of the two seas, like the areas for the cultivation of Primitivo which is all in all means to say a place in the middle and at the same time it is also to say the aftertaste of a clear sky, but full of the density of a time suspended at incredible heights and depth.

Like those hourglasses full of fine sand that fit between the fingers of expert players, the most elegant champions capable of dilating moments to infinity, just like an incalculable residue of time that has already passed. Or, more simply, like a portrait, a lacy postcard left as evidence of a place. Primitivo: an identity wine, almost a black and white portrait.