“Light” and “Stone”: that’s where it all begins in the land of Salento. The “light” penetrates in the secret clefts of the ground with its Mediterranean character, it warms the red color of the soil, draws the scents from the sea and makes the sparse bunches of grapes turn red. The solid, indestructible “stone”, soft and malleable, emerges from the subsoil, gasping for air; it draws the boundary lines on the dry stone and secretly tangles with the Trulli (typical cylinder shaped houses with a conical roof) across the meadows where the trees are hundreds of years old. In this special atmosphere the old grapevines lay still and silent, in the same place for almost a century. They struggle with the passing of time, drawing heat from the “light” and refreshment from the “stone”. We wonder if it’s a miracle, or a principle of nature, but these old grapevines still offer their precious fruits, despite their struggles.