List of products by brand Casa da Passarella

You will never know if it was the climate, if it was the land. If it was the talent of the people who passed by and their passionate stories and personalities. Or if it was, purely and simply, luck. That same luck that made all this happen, in the same place, at the right time, as a blessing of aligned planets, of sun and rain and the curiosity of men. One thing is right. Silent and imposing, the old mountain has watched from above the birth of great wines in this piece of land in the Dão at its feet. And if for her a century and a half is almost nothing, in the time of men a lot has happened since the first vineyard was planted and the first stone of the House was laid, somewhere in the last decades of the 19th century. 150 years that were anything but monotonous. Crossed by times of war and peace, abundance and poverty, departures and arrivals, splendor and oblivion, the lands of Passarella saw history being written - by many talented authors but always with their blood, wine. Perhaps the legends do not exist and are after all true. Perhaps history will indeed repeat itself. Or, quite simply, maybe luck is still on our side. Be that as it may, with the earth as a blank page, we will continue to write our lines, harvest after harvest.

You will never know if it was the climate, if it was the land. If it was the talent of the people who passed by and their passionate stories and personalities. Or if it was, purely and simply, luck. That same luck that made all this happen, in the same place, at the right time, as a blessing of aligned planets, of sun and rain and the curiosity of men. One thing is right. Silent and imposing, the old mountain has watched from above the birth of great wines in this piece of land in the Dão at its feet. And if for her a century and a half is almost nothing, in the time of men a lot has happened since the first vineyard was planted and the first stone of the House was laid, somewhere in the last decades of the 19th century. 150 years that were anything but monotonous. Crossed by times of war and peace, abundance and poverty, departures and arrivals, splendor and oblivion, the lands of Passarella saw history being written - by many talented authors but always with their blood, wine. Perhaps the legends do not exist and are after all true. Perhaps history will indeed repeat itself. Or, quite simply, maybe luck is still on our side. Be that as it may, with the earth as a blank page, we will continue to write our lines, harvest after harvest.