The Etruscan Coast, a sketch of land with a unique light, and in which there is always something new and fascinating to observe. It is here that Sapaio lives, where it has found its own balance. A vision of intimacy in a rugged and wild land.
Located between the municipalities of Castagneto Carducci and Bibbona, a scene shaped by dunes and Mediterranean scrub, where life is slow. Thick pine forests are merged between the sea and avenues of cypress trees, cultivated fields and rows of vines. The ancient guarded villages are intimate; the voices of those who animate them are joyful.
Sapaio stretches out over 40 hectares of land, of which 25 are vineyards.
Of the latter, 16 hectares fall in Bolgheri, and the remaining 9 in Bibbona which, with its slightly higher altitude, has a breezier microclimate. The vineyards are exclusively suited to the yielding of Cabernet Franc, Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot and Petit Verdot vines.
Sand and clay mix in the depths of the soil, amongst limestone of marine origin and round pebbles deposited by ancient waterways. An extraordinary variety of soils – there are 27 in total – encompass the decisive characteristics of the wines’ complexity.
Light bounces off the water of the Tyrrhenian Sea and is diffused among the vines, reflecting, and mitigating temperatures. It is the sea breeze that recounts the story of this terroir, which was originally a swamp, and which today makes up the Bolgherese Amphitheatre.
Bolgheri and Castagneto Carducci
Immersed in silence and history. Surrounded by hills, vineyards and olive groves. There is a sort of poetic harmony that unites the Etruscan Coast’s two main medieval villages – Bolgheri and Castagneto Carducci.
The former, precious and immortal. Ever since those verses by Carducci in 1873 led us to where the Vecchia Aurelia and the Bolgherese roads meet, before continuing along Viale dei Cipressi. One enters through the open doors of an arch with its crenelated tower, the guardian of a relaxed and suspended atmosphere.
The latter, harmonious and lyrical, climbs the hill and looks out towards the sea. Castagneto, which only became Carducci in 1907, in homage to the poet and his lyrics, has the flavour of slowness. Urging one to stop and admire the surroundings.