Motovun is surrounded by vineyards. The grape typical of the region is Teran, a close cousin of Italian Refosco. Red, dry, rich in tannin, and somewhat sour, it is an acquired taste. Some vineyards are lying fallow since the economic doldrums following the recent war, but most are still cultivated. A large proportion of vineyards is in state hands, a remnant of socialist Yugoslavia of yesteryear. This land will soon be sold off by the municipality. Why not get a vineyard of my own? The idea was planted in my head by Richard Bennett, an Englishman engaged in development of Istria. He spends much of his time in Motovun, where his company, based in Hungary, has an office, and we spend a lot of time together. Why not, indeed? Potential investment returns aside, it would be good to help the town keep its surroundings in their traditional use. Besides, it would be a joy to learn the ancient art of wine-making. Teran is an interesting wine, and it would not take long to push it to new heights. Much of it would be for my friends and myself. Some of it could be sold, too. At any rate, I accepted Richard’s idea without much hesitation. However, I immediately thought of an essential condition of such a venture: my vineyard must be visible from my terrace. The better the view, the better.

Addendum (September 4, 2003)

Of course, Malvasia is the other grape typical of this region. Since about ten years ago I rarely go for white wines, which explains my slip. Still, this particular white is quite pleasing in the summer months. I quite love its honey color, which is especially tempting in bright sunlight. It may well be that Malvasia is grown in some of the vineyards around Motovun, including those visible from my terrace. This is something I must look into. Who knows, my yen for whites may return one day.