Narrative, confessional, unfinished poem.

Two yellowing vine leaves are talking. They tell each other how beautiful life is.

As chosen leaves, we ripen and nourish grape berries, giving them flavour, aroma and harmony.

A breeze from the cellar says that wonderful wine has been made from the grapes we cherished.

Few know that in the Felsőörs uplands there is a unique basin where some of the most aromatic wine ripens in bottle.

Traveller, if you pass this way, stop for a glass of wine; after tasting the mountain’s juice, your feet will be slow to move on.

Entering the press house, the ancient crest warns that whoever steps inside is about to receive a special experience.

In the cellar, the host and the story of the family welcome every guest. Barrels, memories and wines all carry personal meaning.

The lower cellar holds new, older and archival wines: Traminer, Ottonel Muscat, Szürkebarát, cuvée and Riesling.

The house Riesling fills the glass with walnut and almond aromas. Its thousand-flavoured soul enchants every guest.

Then come the red wines: Zweigelt, Merlot, Kékfrankos, Cabernet Sauvignon and Cabernet Franc, carrying the character of red stone and loess.

The tasting rises further with essence-style late-harvest wines, then old and archival bottles that carry the message of years gone by.

The taste and aroma of the wine relax body and soul, and someone begins another slow song.