We have been silent and listened,

we have plunged our hands into the earth and felt its heartbeat.


From the high altitude vineyards, we have let the landscape speak

and followed the dictates of the Montsant,

the voices of those who have shaped the vines for generations

and the words of this land of slate and clay.

We are the souls of wine, made from thoughts and emotions.

A bond between parents and children.

The fruit of a time and a place.

A drink of life itself.