Stories written with wine

You will never know if it was the weather or if it was the land.

If it was the talent of those who passed by, or their fascinating stories and personalities.Or if it was simple and plain luck. That same fate that gathered all this at the same time and place, like a blessing of planets alignment, of sun and rain and the curiosity of men.

One thing is certain. Silent and majestic, the old mountain has witnessed the birth of great wines in this piece of Dão’s land that lies at its feet. And although a century and a half is almost nothing, in human time a lot has happened since the first vines were planted and the first stone of the house was placed, sometime in the last decades of the nineteenth century.
Traversed by war and peace, abundance and poverty, departures and arrivals, splendour and oblivion, the lands of Passarella saw history being written - by very different, talented authors, but always with its blood, the wine.

Perhaps legends do not exist and are true after all. Perhaps history does repeat itself. Or perhaps plain and simple luck continues on our side.

Howsoever, with earth as a blank page, we will keep on writing our words, harvest after harvest.

In the same way that Dão is legendary, both for its memories and for the apparent naturalness in producing nectars that men do not forget, Casa da Passarella puts its name back in everyone’s lips - which, in our humble opinion, is precisely where great wines must be.