Piedmontese wines made with passion
The name Villa Giada, acronym of the initials of my parents' names, was initially used by my grandfather, Giuseppe Faccio, at the beginning of the 70 years when he deeply renovated the old family home and expanded the cellar to follow the evolution of the wine world.
Those years have marked for our winery the growth of the sale of bottled wine which was no longer sold loose in large demijohns as in the past.
The wine world is made of ideas that all resemble each other. Globalization, over-communication and planetary copy-paste have led to wines that seek success through the recognition of "others".
A wine is good if someone tells you that it is good according to universal standards dictated by the "usual suspects".
The culture of respect for the earth and its uniqueness characteristics has often failed.
Everyone promises personality but, on closer inspection, almost no one really brings it to the bottle. These are the reasons why I work harder and harder so that my wine makes everyone experience the same thrill and emotions I feel every day , opening the window and enjoying the sight of the hills that I have in front of me.
Being a winemaker means taking care of the place where you live, in all its aspects.
It means protecting not only a landscape, but a reality made up of places, customs and traditions.
Wine is the last piece of a process that starts in the vineyard and ends in the bottle, so thatthat specific territory can be told and travel the world.
Being a winemaker meansrespect nature and its cycles, history, culture and art embodied in every bottle.
At the beginning WINE is ...
... a furrow crossing the hill
... prune with hands chapped by frost
... tie the shoot to the iron and to the reeds
... remove the shoots from the old wood and tie those that bear the fruit
... a sweet fragrance between lemon and magnolia
... a swarm of bees, a flowering of vines, a bunch of clusters
... to be colored like a tender blue, with straw yellow transparencies
... the hours of the harvest up the hills where the vines are tinged with the colors of autumn
... the scent of the must that boils in the vats
At the end THE WINE is ... a continuous emotion ...