Marta
What we do today is the gift we leave for those who will live in the future. Trama is an anagram of Marta, our daughter’s name, and it follows the same steps as her.
Bio
We are Federica and Alessandro, and our farm and winery are what we do to build a healthy, fair, and sustainable world together.
We believe in a kind of agriculture that is beneficial, intimate, able to communicate its values to a wider public in a simple way.
“Trama” is the Italian word for weave, the set of horizontal threads that join the warp to create a fabric.
Trama also means plot, the collection of events from the present, past, and future.
Trama is the invisible design of nature.
Trama is the thread that connects the past, present, and future, our way of being responsible farmers who look at the past with new eyes. We do not use any chemical products at any stage of the process, and we experiment with our past every day.
We believe it is important to preserve and animate our historic town centres and in the culture of the neighbourhood. For this reason, following the tradition, we rebuilt our Winery in the historic centre of Cori.
There was a time for going to the countryside, and a time for living in the town, as it should still be.
Trama
The “màdia” is a symbol of the ancient Roman hearth, present in Italian kitchens until the 1960s. It is a wooden chest used for working with flour and kneading bread, and where loaves, food, and provisions were stored.
Discover what we keep in our màdia.
In our local dialect the countryside or the farm were called “lo fòri”. Specifically it was used to indicate the countryside in Cori, a picturesque and historic village an hour south of Rome, where we are located.
We often find ourselves getting lost among the gentle hills of tuff stone, clay, and limestone, where our fields of Senatore Cappelli wheat stretch out, along with vineyards of Cesanese, Greco, Bellone, and Nero Buono, the green patches of responsibly grown tomatoes and kiwis, and the dense groves of olive trees from our elders.
We are deeply connected to our identity as farmers, embracing the rituals of work and rest. The farmers’ cellar wasn’t in large estates, but beneath their own homes. In September, the alleys were filled with the scents of must, and throughout the year, the cellars became small osterias where people would gather after returning from the fields.
Discover our cellar.
