03/30/2026
This is what we wait for all winter long.
Somewhere between March and April, the vines in Calvi’s Balagne, here at , do something quietly extraordinary: They wake up.
A tiny green bud, barely the size of a fingernail, pushes through the wood. And just like that, the season begins amongst blossoming spring flowers.
No fanfare. No announcement. Just the island doing what it has done for centuries.
If you want to understand Corsican wine, you have to start here. Not in the cellar. Not in the glass. Right here, where it all starts.