Athesis Moscato Rosa

Its name conceals the enchantment of the fairy tale that inspired the story of its origin. From distant lands it arrived in South Tyrol as a token of love in the hands of the prince of Caldaro. In the reverberation of its warm reflections, there is still the amazement of the tale, which not pink but red dye the gaze of the one who admires it. Red like the sweet and sweet rose that triumphs in the bouquet of its perfumes. RosenMuskateller, rose muscat, is how the prince in love called him, who wanted to seal his love with the sweet nectar of a thousand roses made into grapes. Yet nature has not been so sweet with this vineyard, because it has made it fragile and delicate and has meant that today there were very few hectares of land capable of cradling the source of this precious nectar. On its branches not all flowers sprout for life and only a few selected in spring will strip their petals, concentrating all the sweetness of its fruit in themselves. But it is precisely from its imperfect genesis, from the ancestral defect that resides in its genes, that the rare nectar drips. In a few berries all its intense aroma condenses, wrapped in delicate and very sweet aromas. In the sip, every moment is covered with a warm wind of pleasure in which velvety rose petals flutter and transport you to a wonderful fairy tale.