Sant’Antonio

A sky to take shelter under.

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Among the hills of Pomarolo lies a corner of the world that breathes slowly: Sant’Antonio.

An ancient, welcoming hill, inhabited by stories. Here, the hermitage, the church, and the cypress trees speak the language of time and protection.

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Once, cypresses signaled safety to pilgrims: like living torches, they guided travelers through the night.

Sant’Antonio has welcomed everyone—farmers, animals, fleeing soldiers, partisans, writers. Today, it welcomes us.

Around the estate, nature and memory live side by side: tree-lined avenues of boxwood, century-old palms, and a woodland that shelters hoopoes, barn owls, dormice, foxes, and deer.

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A microclimate
written in the stars

Facing east and south-east, we are gently caressed each day by the Òra wind from Lake Garda.

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Cool nights, luminous days, deep fertile soils, and generous springs—all conspire to shape wines of precision, elegance, and truth.

Our vines grow here, on a single, continuous estate that is easy to care for and to protect.

The Oxenfeld wines

In this natural seclusion, nature has its own rhythm.

And we follow it.

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