If you want to understand my wines you need to see the ocean.
The boundless deep blue sea, the white, yellow and ochre beach that stretches for dozens and dozens of miles, the beautiful sandy dunes shaped by fresh breezes, covered with wild lilies and canes and reeds and tamarisks, where small black beetles draw endless doodles, where turtles lay their eggs, where gray herons and all sorts of birds come to rest during their neverending migrations.
Vines living so close to the ocean that they can turn sea brine into vibrant salinity. Vineyards that enjoy mild winters and warm dry summers, and amazing temperature ranges between night and day. Ripe berries, tasty and sweet, that smell of sunshine and of a gentle Mediterranean wind.
There is the Inzolia that my grandfather planted in early 20s and has so well adapted to the sea brine that you wont believe she could live anywhere else. There are the vineyards that my father brought to Belicello experimenting with international grapes:Chardonnay, Merlot, Petit Verdot and Cabernet Sauvignon, which you may now look askance, but were the new frontier 30 years ago.
And then, theres what I chose to grow: Perricone, Nerello, Alicante, Nero dAvola, Catarratto, Grillo, Zibibbo.
MENFI, SICILY: MY HOMELAND, IN WHICH I BELIEVE