With Benjamin, our cousin Enzo Costantino, and his friend, John Carlo. We drove up in the mountains, to the north slope of Mt. Etna, Enzo looking for wine. We stopped in a small village and he asked around and we came to this man. I can't remember his name, if I ever knew it. He had barrels in the underground of his house that looked like they had been there for centuries. We tasted a couple of different varieties and Enzo bought a few gallons for his own home use.