Who says that the juice is a juice, mind. The must is a poem taken to excess can cause intestinal problems, but it is a poem that tells Pignola, a poem that flows through the veins of our land and through the screw comes to our heart. Centuries ago we were the land of vineyards and winemakers, but now the times are changed, the truck from male carrying tons of wine grapes in our area have increased from year to year. Few wines pignolesi 100%, but we remain the best.
If he had never heard of, the phase that follows the harvest is the production of must, that the crushing of the grapes in order to obtain the juice which will then be fermented into wine.
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days ago we were lucky enough to taste a must totally pignolese, the son of a vineyard site in the district Sciffra, owned by a certain "Rocchino B." (industry experts who will surely have to understand we are referring to) , there are no words to describe its pleasantness, its authenticity and its "pignolesità.
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