You’ll walk vineyard rows with the winemaker himself, taste six local wines on a sunlit terrace overlooking Monferrato hills, and snack on cheeses, salami, breadsticks—even house-made hazelnut cake. This isn’t just a wine tasting—it’s an afternoon spent inside someone else’s story.
Your afternoon includes a guided walk through vineyard rows with Federico (the winemaker himself), an insider look at cellar rooms and bottling areas, followed by six different local wines tasted on a panoramic terrace—all paired with cheeses, salami, breadsticks, toasted hazelnuts from their own trees and their special homemade hazelnut cake before you head home again.
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Inside the cellar it was cooler, stone walls sweating a little. Bottles everywhere—some dusty, some gleaming under yellow bulbs. We passed tanks and barrels; Federico let us peek at the bottling area too. He talked about aging Barbera d’Asti versus Calosso DOC and I swear I caught about half of it (my Italian is a work in progress). There was this moment when he handed me a handful of toasted hazelnuts from their own trees—I ate three before realizing they were meant for sharing. The smell of fermenting grapes is hard to describe… kind of sharp but warm? It stuck on my hands after touching one of the barrels.
We ended up on this terrace that looks over all those rolling Monferrato vines—sun just starting to dip behind them. Six glasses lined up in front of me: whites first (the Piemonte Chardonnay surprised me), then reds, finishing with Moscato d’Asti that tasted like spring somehow. Local cheese and salami on wooden boards; breadsticks that snap just right; hazelnut cake so good I wanted seconds but pretended not to. Federico sat with us through most of it—he told stories about his grandfather’s harvests and laughed when I tried pronouncing “Calosso.” Still think about that view sometimes, honestly.
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