It’s a warm afternoon at the end of August, in Salento.
A grandfather and his granddaughter wander through the rows of a vineyard, hand in hand. It’s not just any vineyard; it’s Negroamaro: the King of this land. The elder checks the ripening of the grapes, smells them, tastes them, “feels” them. The young woman watches him, learning a magical ritual
passed down through centuries. She learns love. Recommended for those ready to discover the
charm of Salento in its nuances of Negroamaro.