Pictures From Italy
We've been there.
These are our own photographs — the groves, the cellars, the hill towns, the truffle woods. Twenty years of going to the source, standing in it, and tasting it before we ever put it in a bottle.
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Danny and his dad, Mike, in ItalyTwo of the four of us, sitting in the piazza. We go where the food comes from. -
The old olive treeSix hundred years old and still giving fruit. -
The truffle digChristian and Spongee, working the woods. The dog does the finding. -
Fresh Umbrian trufflesThis is what they look like before anybody does a thing to them. -
UmbriaThe hill towns. Nothing up here is in a hurry, and you can taste it. -
Balsamic barrels, in somebody's atticNot a warehouse. Traditional balsamic ages upstairs, through the heat and the cold. -
The olive oil pressThe filter that takes the last of the sediment out. -
Another town, another long lunchWe do a lot of eating on these trips. We call it research. -
The stone that became our labelDee's words: the inspiration for our label was Italian stone. -
Dee has this one. Waiting on the file.
The Colosseum -
Dee has this one. Waiting on the file.
The Vatican
Send your bottle on a trip.
Our bottles travel. Sunday dinner, the backyard grill, a picnic table three states from here, somebody's kitchen halfway around the world. Take a picture of where yours ended up and send it over — we'd love to see it, and we'll share the good ones right here.
Attach the photo, tell us where it was taken, and give us a first name to credit.