#Italy

Up in the Grimogliano hills, in the Italian Friuli Venezia Giulia, overlooking the Slovenian border, lies the Tenuta Perusini.

The winery is renowned for its Picolit, a local variety preserved by earlier generations of Perusinis.

"Above all, I produce my wines for my friends, so, I cannot serve them wines I would not enjoy drinking myself. Never trust a winemaker who does not drink his own wine!"

“Blessed are the cheese makers”, we hear in the film ‘Life of Brian’. Of course, not literally. Perhaps we could also understand it as blessed are those who make Ramandolo. I personally understand it like this.

When this year I was once again invited to the huge wine competition, Councours Mondial de Bruxelles, I decided, without hesitation, that it was now Friuli’s turn, mostly because of the sweet wines.

Jogging along the path of native vines in the heel of the boot, close to Brindisi which city was the capital of Italy for a half year during WWII and where Publius Vergilius Maro died.