A land that tastes good, of fresh wind blowing from the sea, of vines, olive trees, small farms. As soon as you arrive at Pampano on the hill of Bibbona, you are surrounded by greenery. And at the bottom a blue stripe: the sea. Poi incontri i fratelli Paolo e Loriano, leggi l’etichetta dedicata al loro babbo Osvaldo. You enter the house, with the fireplace and the playing cards there on the sideboard. Then that feeling that caught you on arrival takes shape.

It is no longer just the memory of playing as children on the beach. It is no longer even the memory of playing in the street hopscotch, with short trousers and skirts and a few skinned knees. A game that is in the name and in the label of the wine: Pampano is the ancient diction of the “bell”. Here there is the emotion of that past time, the scent of authenticity. In the wine, in the oil. Welcome to Pampano. Benvenuti al Pampano.