When the last grapes have been pressed and the juice begins its journey toward becoming wine, what remains in the press — the skins, the seeds, the stems — tells its own story. This is the pomace, the silent witness of the harvest.
At Viticcio, we see it not as waste, but as a continuation of the vineyard’s life. Rich in aroma and color, the pomace holds the essence of the grapes — the memory of the sun, the rain, the soil. It is the concentrated spirit of the vintage that just ended.
After pressing, the pomace still breathes. Its warmth rises gently, releasing notes of fermenting fruit and earth. They will return to the land, completing the natural cycle — what came from the soil, goes back to it.
There’s a quiet beauty in this moment: the cellar filled with the scent of transformation, the promise of new life born from what remains.
The pomace reminds us that in winemaking, nothing truly ends — everything becomes something else.
