The purpose of 2011 My Wine Story is that all Argentina’s wineries tell, in no more than 150 words, all kinds of anecdotes: personal, related to harvests, vintages, travels, fairs, wine launches, business meetings, among others.
Works must be sent from 12th September to 7th October. Consumers will vote the best anecdote by clicking the “Like” button on Facebook, appearing at the bottom of each note. The deadline to vote is Friday, 21st October, 2011, at 12 pm (Argentina). The anecdote getting the highest number of “Like” will be the winner.
The award ceremony will offer surprises and a great party in mid-November.
For further information, please contact Pablo Ponce (firstname.lastname@example.org).
The rains of 1998 made Cabernet Sauvignon vines should be thinned. Despite negative reviews, my father decided to make a champagne from these grapes, inspired by the French Cabernet Franc.
3000 bottles were yielded, which during 9 years were followed closely in its evolution. After this time, it was time to taste them. My brother [...]
In the next few months, Los Toneles winery will celebrate 90 years from its inception until today, leaving an indelible mark on the wine industry in Argentina. Its history is a symbol of work, honesty and perseverance. In 1883, Dalmacio Armando, an Italian inmigrant, arrived in Mendoza and established a winery in Guaymallén.
His son, Santiago, [...]
It was March 1987 when the technical staff of the Nacari cooperative, now part of La Riojana Coop., decided to send a sample of its 1986 Torrontés Riojano to VINEXPO, the largest wine fair in the world. They wanted to hear what experts thought of this variety that these young winemakers had great faith on. [...]
We instantly associate women with white wine; gentle, delicate, soft. But, my grandmother and his sister-in-law were red wine women; tough and strong. With the early death of their husbands, Catalina and Yolanda didn’t surrender. Quite the contrary, these women, young and beautiful, who owned a winery, went against all the stereotypes that a sexist [...]
We were in Mendoza. The deed had been signed; we were owners of our first family vineyards. I went to bed very excited. Luckily, I fell asleep immediately and had a premonitory dream. I was sitting on the fresh soil of my vineyard. The moon shone. The cosmos seemed alive. I heard a faint whisper: [...]