There is nothing more beautiful than a sunrise in the vineyard. A blast of colours in the rising rays from the sea bathing the growing vines. In perfect allignment, they await the kiss of the sun every day for more than 300 days a year. It all starts here, slowly as the cooling sea breeze and sun ripen the grapes in our vineyard and offer them uncommonly rich flavours.
High into the sky, over the vines, a hawk screeches. Down, between the vines, a fox sneaks. A quail is hastily sheltering its chicks. Dobrogea at its heart. And here close, always closer, is the sea. Its waves would still beat against the walls of the ancient Histria Fortress, as if dignifying its strength. Old times long gone but never forgotten. Bits of history.
And amidst all there are the people. These are all whole-hearted people who can still talk to the vines, as they used to 2000 years ago when they tended to Ciurea’s Vineyard. The magic is not yet gone. You can still feel the connection, every step and touch you take in the vineyard, from vine to vine, from leaf to leaf, from bunch to bunch. You will hear the waves, you will be kissed by the sun and the wind will sing the story of these places.
This is where the story begins: in the days of yore, when Histria Fortress was filled with warmth, joy and laughter, with good old songs and rhymes to honour the Greek god, Dionysos.
Yet the story did not begin to end here. It all started with a stretch of land kissed by the sun and the sea, with hard-working hands, aching but holding out, in sun and in cold, in wind and in rain. We are only here to continue it. Bit by bit, grape by grape, sip by sip.
HISTRIA WINERY – A NEW OLD STORY