To be honest the wine isn't that wonderful but I brought a few bottle back with me when I went to the match in March. I've got one left and will drink it, well, not sure, whenever!
The point is that that co operative had to fight against the big wine producers for their survival in the late eighties. They managed it and now just produce wine and olive oil for the local market. I buy it whenever I can get over there and never buy any other Chianti on principle.
In my younger days, I used to help with 'la raccolta' - the picking of the grapes, all the family were expected to turn up when called. Happy days, hard work, great meals at the end of a hard days work. Dozens of us around the table outside on the veranda, eating and drinking until the wee small hours.
Up early next morning and another days work.
The best years of my life without a doubt.