Europe's highest mountains south of the Alps stand thirty kilometres from the sea: the snows of the Gran Sasso cool vineyards that face the Adriatic sun, a compression of climates few regions can match. The land has made wine since antiquity — Ovid, born at Sulmona in the Abruzzo interior, praised the wine of his homeland.
History here belonged to tenant farmers, and after them to the cooperatives that still handle most of the harvest — a region of honest volume, its Montepulciano ripe, dark and inexpensive. Its peaks proved the land's real worth: the secretive Valentini estate turned Trebbiano d'Abruzzo into one of Italy's great whites, and the hills of Teramo won Montepulciano its own DOCG.