We have remained silent and have listened.
We have travelled back in time. We have sunk our hands into the very ground and heard its beat. We plunged into the voices of the time and the silence.
And, up from the highest vineyards, we have let the landscape speak for itself. We have obeyed the genuine directives of the Montsant; the silent prayer of the Cartoixa.
The men’s voices who, from generation to generation, have worked the vines. The rough and authentic words of Priorat’s vineyards. The llicorella and clay soils. The Grenache’s provocation.
We have taken a sip from the past to earn the future. We are wine souls. Made of soil, thoughts and emotions. A bond between our parents and our children. The fruit from a time and a place. A sip of life.