versiunea in romana

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Wine with character... is resting... is having vague recollections, they are definitely during springtime... the colour of fresh furrow, the smothered sound of a burgeons' life awakening, the sweet fragrance of a vine flowers.

Once, people used to call it grape. Among others of its kind animated by a cluster and wave by the wind it fed itself with the earth's vim, it blushed under the sun gratification and woke up from dreams with a drop of dew on its side.

Afterwards, it has been named must of grapes and from there he recalls only silence. A relaxing sleep gave it vigour and ripeness.

Now, the wine only wants to share its lifetime memories...

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