Nestled in the Piedmontese hills is a blessed grove, where, a hundred years ago, one Signor Marchisio started making wine. The Marchisios are still there – we know because we’ve picked the fruit of Bacchus from their vines, and we’ve seen the little wooden barrels in their wine cellar. And it was magical, and the smell made us feel warm and fuzzy inside. Or was that the wine? They don’t use any chemical weed-killers (which are bad), and they use ancient traditions and new technology in a kind of retro-avant-garde mash-up (which is good). If you want to know about their stainless steel thermo-conditioned tanks, you should probably get out more.

Website: www.cascinamarchisio.com/en