This story began with José Marinho, my maternal grandfather, a man of vision, serene courage, and a quiet restlessness that always drove him further. While still young, he crossed the Atlantic driven by the ambition to build a future according to his dreams. It was in Brazil that he met Etelvina Alves, the love of his life, with whom he returned to Portugal to shape his destiny.
Together they put down roots in the Douro, a land that deeply captivated him and where an intense connection to the vine and wine was born. But true stories are not made without trials. Life imposed its own rhythm, with pauses, detours and silences, placing ellipses in the path of that dream, never extinguishing it, only postponing its time.
