My name is Sara Moscone. Together with my cousin Marco, I cultivate my family's vineyards in Monforte d’Alba. After three generations of winemakers, it is now time for a new story: my story, without any conditions or restraints.
My story
I would like to relive my childhood a million times.
When I visited my grandpa in his farmstead. When I ran amongst the rows of vines and picked the grapes, smudging my fingers. We used a rubber hose to bottle the wine, and you needed to suck hard from the demijohns, until you felt the liquid in your mouth: sour, strong, with an unaccountably sweet touch.
I felt free.
The vineyards i love
Monforte d’Alba is a borderland, with a shifting, elusive and particularly thrilling landscape.
There are vineyards overlooking Alba's plain and woods stretching towards the Alta Langa area. There are incredibly steep as well as slight slopes, lonely hills rising suddenly from the ground, and others sloping gently away towards the Tanaro Valley, covered in wheat fields. Some of the highest Barolo hills, reaching over 500 metres in height, are located in Monforte; sometimes, when the fog covers the surrounding area like a blanket, they look like islands floating on a milky sea.
It’s in Monforte that I spent my childhood.
