Marta Valpiani

“Marta Valpiani was my father Delio's dream, which then became my mother Marta's necessity when my father passed away, it was my grandfather Dino, of whom today I keep the ancient press, the small cement barrels, the wooden boxes.
Marta Valpiani then became the life of Elisa who left everything she knew before, it is Massimo with the red Same who works the land.

Marta Valpiani is today a place with many flowers and butterflies, buzzing bees, dancing hummingbirds in the air, it is a place with Gin wagging its tail, with Albana filling the vineyard with gold, it is the wind that makes the leaves of the Sangiovese sway.

Marta Valpiani is in Castrocaro Terme and Terra del Sole, it is salt and gullies, blue clay and white limestone, it is golden sand and tenacious spongone.

Marta Valpiani is care and attention.

Today Marta Valpiani is a family of winemakers but above all of farmers.”

“Marta Valpiani was my father Delio's dream, which then became my mother Marta's necessity when my father passed away, it was my grandfather Dino, of whom today I keep the ancient press, the small cement barrels, the wooden boxes.
Marta Valpiani then became the life of Elisa who left everything she knew before, it is Massimo with the red Same who works the land.

Marta Valpiani is today a place with many flowers and butterflies, buzzing bees, dancing hummingbirds in the air, it is a place with Gin wagging its tail, with Albana filling the vineyard with gold, it is the wind that makes the leaves of the Sangiovese sway.

Marta Valpiani is in Castrocaro Terme and Terra del Sole, it is salt and gullies, blue clay and white limestone, it is golden sand and tenacious spongone.

Marta Valpiani is care and attention.

Today Marta Valpiani is a family of winemakers but above all of farmers.”

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