How else can one describe a region where Man has sweated and toiled to wrest the most valued wine in world from the schist mountainsides? In this valley, sculpted into terraced vineyards like a giant's staircase and heavy with the smell of earth, the day begins amidst wisps of mist and ends in congenial silences, at times chilly, at others burning hot, endowing aromas of must and mystical charms with history and tradition.