My grandfather Nazzareno, when he was washing his face, was very carefull not to swallow even a drop of water, in fact, since he was a boy, the only liquid he has been swallowing was wine, only wine, farmer’s wine he was making by himself, in times with when there were no professional oenologists. My other grandfather Giuseppe was making wine by himself too and my father Gaspare no less so. Could have I broken the tradition? Never!
This is Valter Mattoni‘s answer to whom asks him why does he spend such a long time locked in a cellar, prisoner of his little and passionate production.