Rarefied horizons and uncontaminated skies.

A material welcome. Yellow on stone. Amid rarefied horizons and untouched skies, rises the home of our wines in Guardia Sanframondi, Benevento. Hills, history, and traditions. The ancient rituals of viticulture and olive growing passed down from father to son. Terre Stregate is here, it is this. Our family has always been the guardian of traditional local crops, thanks to which our wines and oils come to life, as if by magic: unique products that offer ever-new sensory experiences to those who savor them. Scents and flavors that transport elsewhere: a madeleine in a glass. Nature and man, rituals and seasons. The care of an invaluable heritage and a climate that nurtures a benevolent land. Like in a cradle full of care, ancient varieties of plants and shrubs withstand time and continue to bear fruit. Vines and olive trees as far as the eye can see, protected by the paternal gaze of Matese, dominating the Valle Telesina. Lands that dissolve to the south in the waters of the Calore, in the concave embrace of a glass. The aura of witches does the rest, a gaze at the edge of day and night.

Rarefied horizons and uncontaminated skies.

A material welcome. Yellow on stone. Amid rarefied horizons and untouched skies, rises the home of our wines in Guardia Sanframondi, Benevento. Hills, history, and traditions. The ancient rituals of viticulture and olive growing passed down from father to son. Terre Stregate is here, it is this. Our family has always been the guardian of traditional local crops, thanks to which our wines and oils come to life, as if by magic: unique products that offer ever-new sensory experiences to those who savor them. Scents and flavors that transport elsewhere: a madeleine in a glass. Nature and man, rituals and seasons. The care of an invaluable heritage and a climate that nurtures a benevolent land. Like in a cradle full of care, ancient varieties of plants and shrubs withstand time and continue to bear fruit. Vines and olive trees as far as the eye can see, protected by the paternal gaze of Matese, dominating the Valle Telesina. Lands that dissolve to the south in the waters of the Calore, in the concave embrace of a glass. The aura of witches does the rest, a gaze at the edge of day and night.

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