You’ll sip three different Tenuta delle Ripalte wines on a panoramic terrace above Elba’s coast as evening falls, with local cheeses, cured meats, honey, and olive oil to taste alongside. Your guide points out distant islands as you watch the sun drop into the sea — it’s relaxed, genuine, sometimes quietly beautiful in ways you don’t expect.
No transportation is included; guests arrive on their own to the winery terrace.
You can choose three glasses from Tenuta delle Ripalte’s range: white, red, rosé, sparkling or superior wines.
Yes, typical products from Elba are served: local cured meats, pecorino cheese, honey from their production, olive oil and fresh bread.
Yes, all areas including transportation options are wheelchair accessible.
Yes, infants and small children can attend; prams or strollers are welcome.
Yes, service animals are permitted during this activity.
The kit includes three glasses per person from their selection of wines.
Your evening includes three glasses of your chosen Tenuta delle Ripalte wines—white, red or sparkling—served alongside platters of local cheeses (including artisanal pecorino), wild-farmed cured meats from Elba Island, honey made right there at the estate, olive oil pressed from their groves and fresh handmade bread. All this unfolds on a panoramic terrace with views stretching out over Montecristo and Corsica as sunset colors spill over everything before you head back whenever you’re ready.
The first thing I noticed was the salt in the air — not sharp, just enough to remind you there’s sea all around. We’d just climbed up to the terrace at Tenuta delle Ripalte and honestly, I was out of breath (the road here twists through pines and old stone walls — our driver grinned when we got quiet on the last turn). The sky was already turning that odd peach color you only get on the Island of Elba. Someone handed me a glass of their sparkling rosé before I’d even set down my bag. It tasted like strawberries and something wild, maybe thyme? I couldn’t tell. But it worked.
Our guide — Giulia, who grew up nearby — pointed out Montecristo and Pianosa across the water. “That one’s Corsica,” she said, and I squinted because it looked like a shadow more than an island. There were slices of pecorino and these little hunks of honeycomb from their own bees; I tried to balance cheese, bread, and wine without dropping anything but gave up after a while. The breeze kept lifting napkins off the table. At one point my friend tried to pronounce ‘Ripalte’ properly and Giulia laughed so hard she nearly spilled her red wine (she didn’t — pro move). The whole thing felt casual but kind of special too.
I think what surprised me most was how quiet it got as the sun dropped behind Giglio. Nobody said much for a minute or two — just glasses clinking softly and someone’s kid giggling near the railing. The light went gold on everyone’s faces, then pink, then gone. I still think about that view sometimes when I open a bottle at home; it never tastes quite the same though.
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