A portico, the square of a village, a terrace with a view.

You and your loved ones sitting around the table at the end of a Sunday lunch or a plentiful dinner. Laughs, pats on the shoulders, the elder one brings dry cakes, tarts and biscuits on the table.

Then you decide to open this bottle as if you were taking a snapshot of that unrepeatable moment.

Compagnone is not just a wine, it is the glue that binds friendship.