Seminato Veneziano (English version)
-Seminato Veneziano could represent the vineyards. The Mosaic, composed of rhombuses arranged in a circle, symbolized the tools and the continuous work needed in the Vineyard. The Nature used to play dice on the Vineyard until the Harvest.
The Seminato Veneziano could correspond to the Vineyards but Nature liked to play dice against the commitment of the Enologist waiting for the Harvest. It wasn’t just cultivation, work hard in the Vineyard was not enough to harvest the grapes. Stop figuring that working daily was enough to make wine, waiting for grapes until September was like countering Nature’s moves in a game of dice.
How beautiful was the Venetian floor, installed by terrazzieri veneziani in 1880 and still intact today.
In addition to the beauty of the small multicolored pebbles, there was the mosaic become the symbol of the sparkling wine produced by the estate. Just as the floor was the entrance and the base, so the sparkling wine was the entrance and the base of the Tenuta’s wine line. The work of the whole year, the laying, the particles, each arranged, polished, controlled had to go hand in hand with the unconsciousness and the faith that were needed to get to the Harvest.
The alea of Nature’s moves enfolded the Vineyard, forced to withstand devastating dice rolls like a hailstorm or continuous like a night with too much rain. The winemaker did not want to play dice, he did not want to be thrown around the vineyard like a pair of dice on the seminato veneziano but he could not do otherwise. Many times at the end of the day he would sit in that room, put a bottle on the table and observe the small pieces of marble that made up the mosaic, such as the particles of merlot, tai, pinot grigio, planted 100, 80, 70 years ago, all added up, they made up the Estate.
Work, effort and commitment to sow and cultivate the particles. Harvesting and bottling as bets won against Nature.
What physically struck the winemaker and exhausted him was the repetitiveness of those bets against himself. He had to come to terms with the fact that it did not depend on him, no matter how much commitment, dedication, love he put into it. He could keep the vineyard clean, go through the treatments after each raining, check the shoots, the change of color of the berries, but “working”, was not enough to get to the Harvest, bets had to be overcome first.
The silent strength of the Rebel was on his side. The Winemaker himself felt like the dice, cast on the floor, trying to make the correct side appear with the right incisions to counter Nature’s moves. In those moments, totally uncertain, even the Rebel lost his peace, his quietness. His discipline and his vision were oppressed by the Alea associated with Nature against them. They had given themselves rules to heal the Land, they would never have broken them. When they heard the dice roll on the sown they were afraid because they risked losing everything.
Nature rolled the dice and did not care about the result, they instead, like the dice that rolled among the pebbles of the sown and on the mosaic, ran into the vineyards to remedy.
