The rolling hills of Tuscany are endless stories of aged grapes, blossoming wildflowers, golden wheat, and ancient homes inhabited with generations of countrymen. Each layer tells us a different story; one of dawn with each new awakening; one of a quiet afternoon sharing a bottle with your love; and one of dusk, the romanticism ever present in the setting sun. These stories become ingrained in the land, making it a novella of years that have passed; and of years that are still to come.
The rolling hills of Tuscany are endless stories of aged grapes, blossoming wildflowers, golden wheat, and ancient homes inhabited with generations of countrymen. Each layer tells us a different story; one of dawn with each new awakening; one of a quiet afternoon sharing a bottle with your love; and one of dusk, the romanticism ever present in the setting sun. These stories become ingrained in the land, making it a novella of years that have passed; and of years that are still to come.
