As soon as it is born, the brandy rests in stainless steel containers, but when it shows particular organoleptic characteristics, it is placed in barrels of different essences to begin its slow and patient maturation process. By definition, grappa is aged when it rests, for a period equal to or greater than a year, in wood. And of course, the longer it stays, the greater the scent, the softness, the sweetness. All our aged grappas begin their journey in the Cantina dei Tini. This cellar houses 13 Slavonian oak vats, a wood particularly suitable for the maturation of spirits in large barrels.
Every Piedmontese grandmother has her own recipe for Rosolio: a very sweet and aromatic rose liqueur. But grandma didn't tell us to add it to gin and tonic!
Oltre Il DiLidia grappa is an aged grappa that comes from the careful assembly of local grappas, distilled with the traditional discontinuous method of steam current and expertly aged in Marsala barrels. A tradition that is being renewed: the first woods used for the aging of our distillates were...
The name Beyond the Wall recalls how no one has ever managed to cross the ancient fortifications of Hadrian, that wall which represented the northernmost border of the Roman Empire in Britain for most of the period of Roman rule over these lands. A fortification that divided the island into two...
The years passed but the fairy remained elusive, she could be seen coming out of the secret cellars in the evening, she could be glimpsed at dawn, near an isolated inn, in the forest or at the bend in a path. The fairy wandered. It appeared and disappeared The fairy dreamed and elusive, she...
It's not a grappa, it's not an aged grappa, it's not a brandy, it's not a fruit distillate but it's the best of them all. The secret recipe is jealously guarded in our memory.
From the hills of Monferrato to the world. A very strict disciplinary, an ancient art preserved in its integrity, a robust, austere, elegant pomace. A grappa that tastes of lazy Sundays watching time go by, of summers playing football in the meadows, of the simple pleasure of a sunset in the...
There was a time when Monte Acuto was surrounded by an extensive sea, only a few lands emerged, the torrents were disruptive, animals of all kinds. There was a time when the waters receded, the land rose, and landscapes were born. Carved out by the waters, corroded by the winds, shaped out of...
Mythology tells of the existence of the Hours, an ancient legend that has become a myth. The Hours, daughters of Zeus and Themis, were the guardians of Olympus and protectors of the Heavens. Goddesses of bewitching beauty, they ensured the order of nature and the regular succession of the...
Signor Galliano, a rude but kind old man, many years ago had a beautiful vineyard planted with Moscato, right next to the Berta farmhouse. Those were the years in which Italian was spoken little and things were named after their owners: that hill as sweet as the vine that was grown there was...
Large, enveloping, with great personality. Splendid concert of sensations in which ripe fruit (black currant, apricot, morello cherry), cocoa and vanilla stand out.
