“ Un po’… ” (a little) I would answer, trying to hide the embarrassment for a homeopathic yield.
After several “cottas” and several “un po’…” I filled up a small tank and when Mr. Valente, the excise officer, removed the seals, my father came up casually to the tank, but then dipped a finger into the Grappa and rubbed a few drops on the palm of his hand: “Good, this Grappa, by dint of PO’ you finally did it…..”.
That’s how this line got its name, extending over the years to other varieties, including Traminer, Merlot and Pinot.
We had the product, we had the name, only the package was missing. I took inspiration from a bottle of Sangiovese I had been given by Robert Mondavi, the pioneer of American wine, when I met him in the Napa Valley.