This is the story of Gaston’s dream. A dream that, far from being peaceful, was a bold one. Bold because it was born in a southern vineyard, and the vineyards in this part of the world are intense. Gaston’s dream was also restless and gazed at the horizon, for its only desire was to become real.

Gaston understood this, and so they both began a journey in search of the horizon.

Along the roads, in the towns, and in the vineyards they travelled through, people who heard the story of Gaston’s dream wished them luck, and the dream grew. One day, after walking thousands of kilometres, they arrived at a vineyard very similar to the place where it all began. The bold dream, filled with happiness, said to Gaston, “This is my horizon, here I will become real.” And the bold dream embraced the land, the air, the vines, the people, and became wine, a wine with a bold spirit born from the dream of a man. Gaston Bravo.