Imagine drinking a Vine of the Accountant, there, in the garden of Paço dos Cunhas de Santar, under the great centennial tree. The sound of nature, the tinkling of glasses, and the sound of the corkscrew piercing the cork. That dry sound of the cork that has just broken free, the sound of wine falling into the glass. The aromas and the taste of wine invade the senses.
Do you feel the generosity of the Nature that gave us those grapes? Can you imagine the human hands that picked them? Think about the knowledge necessary to make that wine. Think about the man and women that bottled, labelled and wrapped it. Bottle by bottle: boxing in wooden cases and stored. Do you hear the tick tock of the clock? It’s been more than six years between the harvest and the day the cork left the bottle. More than six years, that is how long this wine needed to gain the unique personality that defines it. That is how long it takes for a man, along with Nature’s help, to turn his imagination into the nectar we now have. Now, imagine yourself drinking a glass of Vinha do Contador in the garden of Paço dos Cunhas, at Santar, under the big ancient tree.