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Sometime in the first half of August, one berry on one bunch turns, and within days the whole plot follows. This issue looks at what happens once the grape starts to decide: the turn itself, the separate decision of when to pick each plot, the underground reserve nobody sees until the heat asks for it, and the twenty degrees that can separate a scorching noon from a cold dawn.
Sometime in the first half of August one berry on one bunch goes soft under the thumb, and within ten days the whole plot has turned. Up to that moment the berry was building itself; from it, it begins to store. It is the switch on which the entire wine depends, and almost nobody comes to the vineyard to see it.
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Vine-grower · Vol. I, No. 04
“There are eleven weeks in which nobody comes. They are the ones that decide the wine, and they are the only ones we have never charged for.”
We speak with the man who has pruned these vines through more than eighty growing cycles, the winegrower about the decision that matters most to him each year: when to stop watching the vineyard and begin to trust it.
“What happens in the vineyard between November and February that cannot be photographed?”
A. Q. —“Almost everything. The soil reorganizes, the roots make decisions without asking, and the old vines, above all, learn what we did not yet know how to ask of them. Working well in those months means not being there.”
Two weeks in Fresnillo de las Dueñas without a tripod, without a script and without asking anyone permission to enter. These are four of the thirty images selected for this issue.
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