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).
In 1945, the post-war crisis brought financial chaos and desolation, and everything was heading for a loss of production. To renew hope, Los Toneles winery called the local bishop, who blessed the establishment invoking the protection of the Virgin of Carrodilla, Patron Saint of Vineyards. The ceremony was officiated on the cask 22 (naming the [...]
When we were young, we had a lot of fun in the winery. The five of us played any kind of game together like tennis and hide and seek. We loved to descended through a window two floors with a hose! We also played cross racing with ramps and we passed across the stalk. When [...]
1945 brought the end of the Second World War in Giuseppe’s old continent, even though early death would not leave the world. On the other side of the Atlantic, it rushed to the end, the life of Jose Lanzarini and, three years later uncle Alfredo and my great great grandfather Leonardo, by pure sadness, like [...]
Giuseppe Lanzarini, gardener of the convent in Modena, Italy, was a fair man, catholic to the core, owner of a Roman nose that I have inherited, similar to the one Cesar had. He won Emilia’s heart, not a romantic, full of kisses propel of marriage, but with a simple: “we are going to get married, [...]
They arrived at Rivadavia, where a fellow countryman, Don Gargantini, stretched out a hand and Giuseppe broke both gardener hands doing hard work, and I, almost one hundred years later I write this with my hands, last shoots of those roots. But let’s get back to the story, where I don’t play a part, until [...]