1.0xtraWine Bloghttps://blog.xtrawine.com/en/Redazionehttps://blog.xtrawine.com/en/author/redazione/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="PIvmV7DOFS"><a href="https://blog.xtrawine.com/en/brancaias-green-roots/">BRANCAIA’S GREEN ROOTS</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://blog.xtrawine.com/en/brancaias-green-roots/embed/#?secret=PIvmV7DOFS" width="600" height="338" title="“BRANCAIA’S GREEN ROOTS” — xtraWine Blog" data-secret="PIvmV7DOFS" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://blog.xtrawine.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/copertina_formattata-3.jpg1622994It was the summer of 1993 and I was an architecture student in Zurich, but I could no longer find the right motivations in what I was doing. A few weeks immersed in the nature of Brancaia, my parents’ estate in Chianti, were enough to make me find my way. I returned to Switzerland with the idea of dedicating myself to wine and, to test my decision, even before enrolling in oenology school, I spent a year at the Domaine des Balisiers in Peney (Geneva), which, with its 30 hectares of vineyards, was at the time the largest organic Swiss winery. It was truly an experience of great impact for me