One of my favorite agents in my Scavino days- a man of Venetian blood, but more Russian than Italian- once took me to this microscopic estate for dinner after a long day at VinItaly. Now my love of this winery needs to be submitted with a little truth: if most of the Veneto were to sink into an abyss that sucked away the center of North Italy, my own personal cellar would not be affected (though I would save in my lifeboat Pieropan, Quintarelli and a couple cuvees of Gini).
Then I met Mirko of San Cassiano and came to understand another side of the Veneto. The elegance and sense of balance I find in his wines is a torch carried by few in this region. It also helps that these wines are priced with utmost humility for what they deliver. I believe we are going to make a mark with these wines.