The Estate
Ground measured in footsteps, a cellar that keeps its own counsel.
An estate is less a place than a habit. Ours is practiced in three of them.
An estate measured in footsteps
Our fruit comes from growers who pick ripe and ship fast — and from every farmers-market flat worth hauling home. Crushed the same day, always by hand.
Two floors above the family table
The cellar is a Bay Ridge brownstone doing its best Umbrian impression: glass carboys, oak in careful doses, and a stairwell that holds a steady temperature most of the year. Modest tools, exacting standards.
A year in the making
Crush in September, pressing in October, the long quiet of winter aging, racking with the spring moon, bottling when the wine says so.
See it for yourself
Join us at the family table in Bay Ridge for a private tasting — generous pours, long tangents, and somebody's grandmother's recipe on the stove.
Reserve a Tasting