Follow the rows, enter the woods. Feel the buzz of the leaves as the stems of the vines lengthen, the buds open into flowers and leaves. It is a constant growth: the perpetual motion of life recalls all the elements and as a conductor directs the energies towards the composition of the vineyard. And so, listening, and then watching, smelling. To understand how the sunlight hits it, the winds shake it, the rains quench its thirst, the temperature changes characterize it. To choose the vines to be planted, at what points to do it. So, mix the soil with wisdom, spread the excavation with your fingers, insert the plant. The roots go down, to explore the earth, in that welcoming depth, full of life. "We do not enter the vineyards by owners. We enter as guests. We see it in the forms that the architecture of nature gives to space. We find it in the hospitality that beauty gives to a land. We see the landscape and we find it in the texture of relations between the man who preserves it and the territory of which it is the image. The wines are like people. People convey their geographical origin by virtue of their habits, their clothes, their accent in pronunciation. Even wines convey their geographical origin by virtue of the soil, height and climate. The Treviso Pre-Alps protect our hills from the cold winds of the North-East. Only moderate air movements fly over them, which, despite the altitude, make the springs mild, autumns prolonged. A meteorological combination of the hill that is linked to the biological combination of the Glera: the early budding and its late ripening. "