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).
At harvest in 1987, exactly 100 years after the birth of Don Valentin Bianchi, founder of the winery, the plot number 7 of Asti estate (vineyard planted by him) yielded a Cabernet Sauvignon of outstanding features.
This remarkable coincidence made his son, winemaker Don Enzo, take the decision of bottling this wine without staying in oak [...]
Two of Leonardo’s sons, Alfredo and Jose Lanzarini, chose the same path, one full of crops and wines. Everything was smooth sailing, with the cleverness for business that characterized Uncle Alfredo and the perseverance in work of Jose.
In 1936 Alfredo bought the winery through a variety of deals and payments, like any CEO of a [...]
Margarita, who works in the production area in the winery, told us that one sunny and quiet morning of June in which everything was going well, she went to her office and found a lot of important documents thrown on the floor and filled with stains… at first she could not understand what had happened [...]
“My relationship with wine started before childhood. When I was only a baby, my first word was no ‘papa’ (dad), but ‘papán’ (for Champán, Champagne’s pronunciation in Argentina). My father was a renowned winemaker who excelled in sparkling wines. My early years went by among vineyards and wineries with my sister and cousins.
I studied at [...]
Everyone is talking at the table on Sunday. My grandmother with her homemade pasta and my grandfather uncorks a bottle of wine, without label or brand, but I feel in the popping sound of the cork, the gardener hands of the old Giuseppe and the poor Emilia; my great grandfather Jose and his early death [...]