“..to perceive themselves as interpreter who receive a witness to retransmit it to their own time ..” (Pietro Mastroberardino)
The story of a family. A family that is also a wine and a wine that is the territory in which it was born: Irpinia landshire. Small part of wonderful Campania, full of sun and sea, and with a hidden heart of fertile land and precious. Irpinia is not as you expect it. It’s different. And it is beautiful.
The austere and angular cut of mountains’ profiles, the spacious skyline, which seems higher than the true, the slow rhythm of everyday life. Naples is there, at lesser than half an hour, but the horizon of the sea, the noises and the calls of its people are far away, almost in another continent. Many villages, small and hard-working, follow one another without interruption, one after the other. In one of them, Atripalda, there is the heart of the wine of Southern Italy: Mastroberardino’s winery. Here, in this place, the wine making has become a mission. In the large courtyard of the winery is experienced the humanity more varied and variable. Antonio Mastroberardino told this humanity some years ago. Here, among the huge barrels, slept the displaced people of the 1980 earthquake. Here, the laborers swarmed at sunset on the days of the harvest. Here, the German soldiers, fleeing after April 25, shot the giant vats, full of fermenting must. And the fountains, gushing vivid red liquid suddenly emerged, telling the end of a hateful and hated war. Incredible story of a land marked by immense natural forces, Mount Vesuvius and the earthquake, and constantly attempted easy by human self-destruction. In Irpinia has lived for at least two centuries of viticulture, then on 1930, after having already devastated the vineyards of Europe and Italy, the Phylloxera was there. And then, just a few years, the War. Devastation, escape and abandonment of land suited to wine. The rigth road, as they say, is almost never the shortest. But the war, one for life, given by hunger and despair, it was not over yet. Farmers began to uproot the Fiano and Aglianico grape varieties. These varities need of care and attention, “while the Trebbiano variety produces more, it is easier and more generous” they say. Fighting hunger, therefore, meant the sacrifice of traditional wines, unless … unless someone decides to take the risk of continuing to produce them, to value them, to distribute them. The Mastroberardino family became promoters of this courageous decision. Recovery of extinct varieties, capillary zoning of territories, defense of traditional values. There is a witness of these battles, this endless war against Nature and History: Taurasi red wine. Since 1986 he is called Radici (roots) and is the proclamation of an idea, a statement of the territory. It ‘s the most representative wine of Mastroberardino family. In its strict classicism in its constancy, in its varied expressive range, Taurasi is the way of the wine in Irpinia. 1928 vintage tells of a world that we did not know, a world that follows the passage of time and the time spent in line is never a time past, it has never once lost. Drink a sip of Taurasi, slide it sucked deeply on the palate and the nose: it will talk to you and it will be words with roots in history.