Bukkuram Passito di Pantelleria DOC De Bartoli

It carries the solar intensity of its land: when you meet it, it wants to tell you everything in a few minutes, to let you taste everything, to share its joy and satisfaction for the positive reviews of its wine, and at the same time it wants to express its anger at how Southern wine is regarded, adopting a Southern identity, and then, suddenly, it darkens against the men of its own land who have turned the name Marsala, for decades, into an almost vulgar word.
It has tears in its eyes when speaking of the decline of its Sicily, it ignites with fury; but it quickly relaxes, in its thousand projects when the glass is raised to the lips.
The winery is twelve kilometres from Marsala, in that Sicilian land that is great in every aspect, for better or worse; a tough land of tough men, of families established in the territory. Marco De Bartoli bears the cheeky marks of the will to win on all fronts and has succeeded, with the tenacious, stubborn conviction of being right, and to prove it he talks a lot as is customary in Sicily, not to tell his story, but to allow me to drink: that is his greatest proof.
Today he has a family he is proud of: Renato and Sebastiano, his sons, are almost grown, and Josephine, the youngest, bears the name of her French-origin grandmother. He is also proud of his origins, as on his father's side they were already involved in wine. He has renovated the cellar not only with taste and humility, but with the pride and awareness of having achieved what he hoped for.