The grapes at Gualfin were transformed by the fight for survival. Their skins thickened and their juice became more potent, creating an extraordinary wine, a wine in which you can really taste the magnificence of the mountains.
La Finca de Gualfin is a legend. Over the centuries, many people heard about the land at the end of Argentina’s northern Salta valley and the fierce, independent people who lived there. Few had ever actually seen it. No road led to it. Few travelers, on horseback, managed to reach it.
Come to the mountain. Drink wine at 8,400 feet. Let the power and beauty of Gualfin’s mountain heights overwhelm you. Imagine ancient Incan ruins a few miles from where you’d be standing. Watch the sun set over the peaks. Take another sip of wine. Smile. Come and make this the experience of a lifetime.
GUALFIN, Argentina – Word comes from a local contact in Salta that a nearby farm is for sale… “The owner [...]
Dear Friends, A letter from the road, as we stop to visit old friends on our way to Gualfin. [...]
La Finca de Gualfin is a legend. Over the centuries, many people heard about the land at the end of Argentina's northern Salta valley and the fierce, independent people who lived there. Few had ever actually seen it. No road led to it. Few travelers, on horseback, managed to reach it.
Gualfin produces a wine that wins the palate with a strength of character born out of the fight for survival itself. Under the harsh northern Argentine sun, grape skins grow thicker to protect the precious juice — a juice with more body and flavor than that of grapes cultivated in less extreme environments.
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