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Antonio and Nicola, the wine and the sea - The Mazzella Company in Campagnano

Try to make this gesture, no ritual, along with me, Antonio: go into the vineyard and collect a pile of Forastera, blonde, swollen and mature. Then raise your arm and begins to tighten it slowly through fingers, feeling the crunch of the sweet berries that open, letting the juice flow along the palm and forearm for a bit of seconds. You see: it is only an idea of must, a foreshad-owing of wine.

Nicola, do the same. Do you remember? How many times do you have pushed and pushed with feet in the palm grove to the belly? No, they do not need pictures in black and white: in this invitation to squeeze the grapes there is a substance meatier, powerful and an Art pleasantly modern. At this point, stop. Wait sugars virgins do their job on the skin, which now will seem sticky. Sniff grains grape pulp that are there, a little congealed, in the crook of the phalanges, the skin, the scent fruitful and delicate. Observe those soft pigments perceptible by visionary wine making, as us. I know, Nicola and Antonio, you do it for a lifetime, son and father, on the grandfather trace and not been certain to play on. However, imagine again, when everything is finished, restart the contrary: the route from the harvest to cellar, squashing and pressing; from barrels to bottles, the controlled fermentation, filtering, yeasts and devoted care. When the effort, commitment and sweat Community will finally evolved into a deity liquid, the same and new you do easy to say Black, Red, Rose, Sparkling Wine, Grappa, label after label. Yes, Antonio, continues to collect old photographs, family papers: together we will prepare a memorable book. Now, however, we do not run. We will have to wait for the right time to drink it, our desired identity history. That one of wine and Ischia. Meanwhile, in this story, Antonio and Nicola, dive and swim straight with me, because a winemaker from Ischia is a sailor, a top class angler. Whom most of you know for real, you heroes who transported the barrels full of fresh juicing and noble grape pomace from San Pancrazio in Ischia Ponte, aboard a legendary goiter? Corns and wrinkles, hoe, rowing and scissors, graft blades and palpitations: everything draws arabesques of wisdom and flavor on face and knuckles, as the minerality of Biancolella, that you will drink in Campagnano, Nicola, matching it to the next prey captured, fumbling an underwater harpoon. You go down from Vigna del Lume down in the blue, near the less deep coast. Thrush designed for oven; and bream inhabits it ... and even a sail is perfect, grilled! Alternatively, you’ll animate a translucent fishing line, at night, because in the meantime some have suggested to prepare the squid stuffed, before uncorking the magnificent ruby of a “Vigna di Levante”. Without having forgotten to snap up limpets and sea urchins. Wine and sea, my friends, synthesis of vitality. The same running between the thoughts of his grandfather Nicola Mazzella that, in 1940, challenged the earth, the sun and the pozzolan, the parracine and terracing, cropping and welcoming the vats full of Rilla and to and Per’ ‘e palummo, as a gift to be transmitted inheritance. What a fantastic thoughts!