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Pinot Grigio

Veneto, Italy

DISCOVERED in Italy
We sought our Pinot Grigio in northern Italy’s Veneto region where the vines are planted on hillsides 750 feet above sea level and benefit from well-drained, mineral rich soils.
Aromas/Flavors
Delicate aromas and a dry, crisp, vibrant texture featuring apple, pear, and peach fruit with hints of white flowers and almonds.
Pairing
Fresh and crisp, impeccable with seafood, poultry, classic basil pesto, delicate cheeses, and fashioning fantastical photographs.
Winemaking
Grapes are captured by hand in the vineyards and fermented at cold temperatures in stainless steel tanks – no oak – to showcase bright fresh fruit. Vegan-friendly.
Lower Carbon Footprint
Lightweight glass, local sustainable printer.
The perfect companion to forbidden photography.
-Luciana Conti
Pinot Grigio
Luciana Conti

Welcome to Italy, home of Luciana Conti.

“Stop right there!” a strong voice calls out.

You freeze. Wide-eyed, you look to its source.

Only to find a woman hunched behind a wondrous camera, a geared contraption with curious carriage. The woman hits a button and the camera whirs like a crunching gear. A plume of mist wafts forth, carrying hints of apples and acacia blossoms. One grand, peculiarly ominous click later and the woman straightens up. “Brilliant,” she calls. “Carry on.”

“Can I help you?” you ask, moving toward her. Closer now, you see her short dark hair swaying in the afternoon breeze. The ruffles of her blouse sway with it, a picture of merry, mischievous movement, perfectly paired with the whimsical smile curving her lips.

“You already have. Luciana Conti,” she introduces herself, dipping in a mocking sort of curtsy.

“This is your camera? It’s like none I’ve ever seen!” you exclaim, entranced as you study the device.

“That’s because it’s like none that ever existed. I made it myself with the help of some flourishes,” she says, well, with a flourish. “Its images display not the scene, but the true natures of the men pictured.”

“Fascinating,” you reply. “But how does it – ”

A loud whistle pierces the air, sending a murmur through the light crowd milling about the town square. An official-sounding voice issues from afar: “If you have seen this woman, please step forward. She is in the possession of contraband vital to our – ”

“Oh, goodness, I’ve lost the light. No point in dallying, must find a better spot,” Luciana says quickly, speaking over the man as she pulls her camera from its mount, tucking it in a handy bag.

You look from her, to the approaching officials, and back to her.

“Contraband?” you ask.

“Here,” she says and thrusts the tripod into your hands. “Come along. You might want to hurry.”

And you’re off, not running – that would be indecorous – but walking quite swiftly, indeed.

“What do they want?” you finally ask, breathless, but grinning.

“My camera. I may have captured some images of our leaders’ indecent deeds.”

“‘May have?’” you ask.

She looks back at you and the sunlight frames her in a kind of halo, at odds with the impish amusement in her expression. “Oops?” she says, overly innocent.

The journey had only just begun.