I have crossed foreign lands full of darkness and light.
I have sailed stormy seas without losing my way.
I have founded cities, planted vines and olive trees.
I have welcomed migrants and patronised artists.
I have known fame and wealth.
I have been forgotten and maligned, celebrated, feared and loved.
I believe in dreams as the driving force for reality.
I have no way to know your name. Please, dream with me.
Dream of your Puglia reborn, the lands that once belonged to the Vaaz.
Dream of a joyous wine that will dissolve all vanity of vanities, and all pain.
Dream of a wine reminiscent of the history of our lands, the rocks of the Murge plateau and the midnight-blue Mediterranean.
In Puglia I relive the atmospheres of my beloved Spain and Portugal.
Each light, each rock transforms into the rich splendour of a Primitive Future.
(monologue of Miguel Vaaz) copyright Terre dei Vaaz
He took on the title of Count, with manorial rights over Casamassima, Mola, Rutigliano, San Nicandro and San Donato in Terra d’Otranto. Miguel had several vineyards, traded in grain, and applied the principles of good governance to both public finances and private business. The first vineyard, planted in the square at Sammichele, can be traced back to his nephew Simone, and survived until the late 1700s.