Autumn. Weather not always spoils us, even in sunny Italy. But only few beautiful days are enough to compensate a gloomy period of the year and to feel summer for a moment. Taking advantage of harvest time and I made a tour around the Langhe. I was watching grapevine under every possible corner, in any possible composition, from the distance and from close-up, I was filling my eyes with stunning views admiring an incredible landscape of castles and little towns spread over the hills.

Driving serpentine roads I was passing by tractors filled up with juicy clusters. Although it was mid if October we were in the middle of the process of the harvest time and a picture of blue fruits searching for sunbeams wasn’t a rarity at all. It was the Nebbiolo variery, the king of Piedmont that fussily delays with maturating. There is a reason why it was named after the fog (nebbia in Italian means the fog) that like a delicate tulles covers waving hills before sunrise. And white and thick film (much thicker than in other varieties) protects berries from morning cold and even in the middle of the day it resembles the moisture in the air enveloping grapes.