The title says it all – every once in a while I take a seat to reflect critically upon my life and say to myself, “WOW…I’m a spoiled shit”. Well, at least that is what I did when having a private dinner at a Sicilian Vineyard near the base of a live Volcano earlier this evening. Just a stones throw away from Taormina, this private Vineyard has been in the De Luca family for more generations than I have fingers. And on the property there is a villa/winery, a castle, and they grow their own fruits, tea, and grapes (naturally).
Their main grapes are Muscadet and Pinot Noir and the production facility is OLD FASHION. That means that they produce wine the way every kid has ever dreamed of – they stomp the juice out with their bare feat. It’s in not a massive winery, though they do distribute internationally. Only a few thousands cases per year are bottled after being aged in their French Oak barrels.
But as much as that talk excites me, I know it is boring for most. What was truly spectacular about the experience was touring the property and facility. The reason being that there are somethings that only heritage can deliver. Things that can only a bloodline can pass down to be preserved and truly appreciated. And this vineyard was a definitive example of both authenticity and legacy.
Every piece of furniture, every finishing, the art work, artifacts, tiles, and all else were true. It fit. One couldn’t build a home like this. For such a place exists out of character manifested over the hundreds of years it has stood as much as it is exists out of material. And that cannon be replicated.