Agri Segretum began twenty years ago on a rolling hill with a spectacular view over the Tiber River Valley. We’d found our little village, our olive groves, and our medieval churches.  We planted some grapes as well.

There were no organic vineyards around, and the locals were a bit surprised as we planted Sangiovese and Sagrantino. Why didn’t we plant more international grapes? That was easy. We wanted to be true to the sandy Umbrian soil. We planted vines that have grown here for centuries. No big machines or hefty tractors. We went back in by hand and tied up the vines, culled the fruit to grow better quality, and planted rye and clover between the rows to enrich the fields. And then we repeated this. Year after year.

Along the way, our children grew up on the rough and tumble soccer fields of Umbria. Played hide-and-seek among the narrow streets of Collazzone. Feasted on gelato in the piazza at midnight while grandparents talked over a game of cards. And we all got mighty used to sitting around our lunch table with our friends and family feasting on pasta and olive oil from our fields.