Autumn is the season of the earth, of harvests and crops, sunsets and rebirths, maturity and awareness. The woods are tinged with moss green, red and orange, while ocher-yellow mountains caress a pink cameo sky imbued with that pleasant melancholy that warms the heart.

An intense and captivating picture that finds its best setting in the most beautiful of lands, where a myriad of flavors so different from each other and unmatched are added to the colors and smells.

There is a farmhouse in the background, a wicker table among the vineyards, good company and a glass of Prosecco Doc Ponte1948.

It’s the autumn in Italy.