The land is severe, it could even be said to be as untameable as a wild mustang. Granite dominates the landscape and leaves little room for the vegetation that peaks out among the crags.
In the mountains of the Beira Interior district, the inclement weather challenges the resistance of those exposed to the whims of nature. Harsh winters pound the earth, shake trees, tumble stones. Torrid summers dry out watercourses, split trunks, crumple up leaves. But the industrious nature of three generations of the same family has caused this granitic soil to become fertile. In Vermiosa, near Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo, the vineyard flourishes luxuriantly, indifferent to the harshness of morphology and climate alike. In these parts, vine grouwing is almost a fatality. Something that takes hold of Man as a condition of his very existence.Thus it is that a wine is born, with the spontaneity with which the dew filters the morning light. A task of purity, a labour of the simple things, a wisdom that is almost visceral enfolds the cycle begun in the comfort of the soil. The wine bears witness tot his metamorphosis.