it’s history

This is how the vineyard looked when it was at it’s best.

The story behind the label of our wine comes from a dramatic situation that we are dealing with nowadays. A long time ago, pretty much all the lands in the area where cultivated fields. In time more and more houses have being built until when it became almost entirely a residential area. We are now at a point where the new comers wonder why there are still small patches of agriculture invading their neighborhood.

We have learned this lesson on our skin. One of our vineyards was built on a strip of rented land which have always being planted one way or another. After a contract of fifteen years with the promise to renew it at the end of it’s term, we where faced with the decision of one of the two owners; to build two luxury apartments. Therefore we had to go. In order to save at list the plant material which was still in good condition and certainly reusable, we had to dismantle everything by hand rather than having it bulldozed down. Unfortunately, the vines could not be salvaged and we had to cut them down just when they where at their peek and producing excellent grape. A small part still remains as the second owner is not planning to build anything for the time being.

But from over 2’000 plants there are left only 411.

So the image on the label is a reproduction of a map of our area around the seventies, where there where more vineyards than houses. Now it’s the opposite. And the name “Il Ticinòlogo” (The Ticinologist) is a nomenclature I invented to describe those who feel attached to this land and in touch with it’s traditions.

“Il Ticinòlogo”





We had to take off the hail nets. Than to make it easier to dismount the rest of the material, cut all the vegetation down.

Than we cut the remaining part of the plants and the rest followed; wires, concrete and metal poles, and other materials.

When it was all done, we loaded up all the stuff and the vineyard was no more.

This is how the vineyard looks like today. In the background you can admire  “THE VINEYARD RESIDENCE”.

Ironic isn’t it?