It’s not just a wine, nor a land.
It’s something more complex.
Chianti Classico is you when you follow your own rules: you cultivate your taste, you practice your roots and you do well for those who meet with you.
It's a strange postcard: it always invites you to go back where you've never been before.
You get lost in a memory, and the taste of it continues to accompany you.
It's that breath between sips.
It hates people who are in a hurry; especially on the first meeting.
It knows where to take you; he's known for years, for generations, forever.
It is a masterpiece; it requires care, dedication, a berry of madness and skilled hands.
Chianti Classico laughs, remember that before ordering.
It always has time to sit at the table and tell his story.
It is enough to run your fingers along the bottle in order to smell the scent of the hills, the sun drying the rows of vines.
It always understood something about you that you hadn't even imagined yet.
You cannot lie to a Chianti Classico.
It's a genius wine; it doesn't seek inspiration, it shares it.
You are Chianti Classico because you are free, and with every vintage you go through, you always remain yourself.