Climbing the old mule tracks
Finding the right gear, we leave the coastal crowds behind and head towards the heart of the Lattari Mountains. We distance ourselves from the ever-sparkling sea and watch as the land continues to transform in front of our very eyes. In the distance, beyond the green mountain peaks, we even spy Vesuvius.
The ancient dirt roads that led to the heart of the Sorrento Peninsula are now narrow strips of asphalt. The endless hairpin turns lead us to small farms, well worth a visit in that they have rediscovered the ancient art of winemaking.
The coastal lemon groves are replaced by narrow vineyards above drystone walls. The salty air gives way to the slightly acidic scents of the citrus grove and the intense perfumes of wild grass. The sun never stops warming the earth, chalky and rich but hard and labour intensive. The vineyards are a challenge, constantly battling wild nature that is ready to invade them. This is why winemaking was long abandoned. But thanks to the obstinate passion of farmers old and new, these vineyards are now reborn. The result is an unforgettable display of biodiversity, a triumph of scents and flavours that explode in every glass of wine.