Malvasia IGP "Fabulas" Società Agricola Fabulas

Der Malvasia "Fabulas" von der Società Agricola Fabulas zeigt sich im Glas in einem funkelnden Goldgelb. Mit würzigen Muskataromen, floralen Noten von Rosenblüten und Litschi. Am Gaumen weich und seidig, voll mit exotischen Fruchtaromen und einem opulenten und reifen Finale. Restsüße 9,4g/l. Passt hervorragend zu asiatischen Gerichten, exotischen Salaten, Fisch und Meeresfrüchten, Geflügel und mittelaltem Käse. Demeter zertifiziert.

Im Weinberg der Fabulas-Serie legt man Wert auf naturbelassenheit und Bewirtschaftung im Einklang mit der Natur. Die einheimische Spontanflora wird durch Schafe im Weinberg unter Kontrolle gehalten und so unnötige Traktorfahrten vermieden.

Jeder Wein der "Fabulas" Serie ist inspiriert von einem Stück Geschichte und Tradition der Region:

-Fabulas:

Once upon a time...
Maja, the most beautiful of the Pleiades
sisters, came from Phrygia to save the Giant,
her son, who was seriously injured in battle
and pursued by enemies. She was looking
for the miraculous grass that was growing
on the slopes of the white mountain, but the
ice dried every single stem and flower.

The legend tells that the goddess Maja, the eldest of the seven Pleiades,
escaped from Phrygia to rescue her son Hermes, injured during a battle. After
a long journey she reached the port of Ortona and then she continued the
journey towards mountain Majella looking for the miraculous witch grass.
However, the mountain was covered with snow and every search attempt
was useless. The young Hermes died and Maja buried him on the Gran
Sasso mountain, where even today anyone observing from the east side can
recognize the "sleeping giant" in the profile of the mountain. She wandered
for days, exhausted from weeping and pain, until spring flooded the rocks
with light. The thaumaturgical herb flourished again and Maja, full of anger,
pulled out every blade of grass and threw herself from the highest peak of
the mountain that was named Majella after her. Maja is still crying and the
shepherds, still hear her laments in the days of wind and storm when the
woods and the valleys reproduce the sad voice of a mother in tears.