Down to the WineryBefore leaving for Castelnuovo Berardenga in search of Captain Mirelli, I decided to head down to the winery at the base of the mountain on which the Castello stood.
It was a long low building sandwiched between the macadam road on one side and a sharply sloping hill that dropped away from the other side toward the vineyards. This gave the property access on one side for trucks, tractors, and other vehicles used in delivering grapes and processing the fermentation, and a natural, gravity-fed option on the other side to allow the juice to be run from fermenters on the ground floor to finishing vats and storage vessels on lower levels. With less mechanical pumping, it was believed that finer wine would result.
I watched the trucks loaded with newly harvested white grapes
