There’s a feeling we get when we turn right off Chalk Hill Road, and wind down that gravel track towards the ancient gum. In the shadows of the boughs of that tree, the feeling comes on stronger. Because everything we grow, prepare, cook, bottle, celebrate and preserve on our quiet patch of McLaren Vale dirt, we do so by hand and with the pioneering attitude of our Italian ancestors in our hearts. They taught—slowly, lovingly. We learnt—with respect and thanks. From a world away they led us to our little corner of South Australia. Now we’re honouring their home-grown, hands-on, messy Italian traditions. Our way. The Oztalian way. And in their spirit of generosity, it’s something we love to share.