Amative

In the unsaid of a barely whispered speech there are always two hearts, one receives by reading between the lines and the other tries not to reveal too much. This dynamic is the same that triggers short circuits between people. Every human relationship is based not so much on spoken words as on those left unsaid.

That infusion of silence, that rhythm full of ruby-colored penumbra is Amativo, the wine made from Primitivo and Negroamaro grapes from Salento. The violet and the quivering rose adorn the sure grip of this harmonic discourse, partly silenced and, therefore, turned into wine. L'Amativo is the conjugation of the ancient atmosphere of southern towns in the counterra, or rather the moment of the day accepted by all as a truce during the sieges of everyday life. A kind of concert of silence, performed perfectly by an orchestra made up of various human types.

When everything rests, the words are called together to give way to the very slow and at times surreal stillness that hovers between the rows, where the clouds and shadows pass for the pleasure of wandering to the end, the pleasure of going upstream towards the beginning of time.