I hate introductions, the handshakes, the knowing looks.

I’m not here to boast about my grapes.

They call me extreme, vibrant, enigmatic: that’s what they say. That I don’t do things by halves, that I don’t set out to be liked, that I live by contrast and imperfection. I don’t deny it’s true, but neither do I claim the opposite.

Torbido! is a face-to-face confrontation. A wine with body, marvelous and solemn, true because it’s present, and always personal. From the land it tends to the absolute, imperfect and universal as we all are: ready for nothing, open to wonder.