was not to capture clear at the beginning. We wade through temporary fragments such as thorny bushes, collapsed dry stone walls and decades of old roots. Several expeditions over two years are needed to provide viticultural structures Boula’s Vineyard again in a time frame of two weeks. We do not know why we pick and choose this particular place in the Aegean, but precisely here we find autochthonous vines and taste the history as salt on our lips.
Labour that then in 2013 also optically payed off. With a team of six companions, we transform our day’s work towards a tilth of a few hours. The interim fallow is plowed and harrowed. The rust-red hematite of the three terraces lies open in front our eyes. The soil gives off a difficult to describe hint of moisture, coolness and fungal nuances. We find ourselves there to only walk on tiptoe through the fresh field. With great respect we mark the rows for our grafted vines still on this day and close the new gate of our walled creation. A hard days work.
Now it is time to plant the grafted Thasian vines quickly into the ground. We plant with a stick distance of 75 centimeters at a lanes width of 150 centimeters. “Tight planting” we call this technique, which is as old as the wine in these latitudes itself. With this we induce deeper rooting in the ground to get the precious liquids. We are motivated and the work goes off hand easier. The irrigation is installed.
A new landscape is revealed. After thirty years the thermal updrafts of the day and the evening hours downdrafts blow freely across the majestic vastness of the three terraces. It is a grateful moment and we realize that we are part of this deprivation now. Staying as guests in a millennia of vineyards to Megalos Prinos.