Spring, summer, autumn, winter. Yes, these are the seasons, but what about them? Each has a slightly different meaning for the wine world. While winemakers rest in the winter, they sometimes go to the vineyard to cut a little or build a snowman. A few months earlier, they played Russian roulette with the weather, and some do business with the devil. Harvest. Enchanted word. The peak of the wine year. Beautiful and in fact physically demanding work from dusk to dawn. But the joy of the result? Priceless.

The way you do it, the way you have it

This title could be used for everything. However, this applies to wine specially. Harvest is the result of year-round work, magic in the vineyard, hygiene in the cellar and the patience of all involved. These are mainly two things that make up a good product. Wine not excluded. It's philosophy and weather. If we take care of the vineyard with love and conviction, as well as our children, we have half the work done. And when we put vineyards, we pump herbicides, so… So it will come back to us with all that shits. This year was a little different. At first it looked like a fairy tale. It rained, yet it was relatively warm. Then came something that no one expected. Coronavirus? Paradoxically, life in the vineyard did not stop. The solitary life of the winegrowers could continue and the Sisifian work of the merchants continued to suffer.