They say there's a valley in Mendoza where even the wind doesn't reach. There, the grapes ripen not in the sun, but under a gaze. The gaze of a bird that never blinks.
đ The winemaker who dared to look
Her name is Mad Bird. Once upon a time, a winemaker named Corado Corbo tried to create the perfect wine. He tried everything: oak barrels, night harvesting, aging under the silvery light of the moon. But the taste was dead. Soulless.
đˇ The Birth of Wine
One night, he heard a tapping soundâquiet, like a claw on glass. A bird was sitting on the windowsill. Its eyes were like two mirrorsâdeep, bottomless. It looked at him and whispered: "Do you want wine to live? Give it your gaze."One night, he heard a tapping soundâquiet, like a claw on glass. A bird was sitting on the windowsill. Its eyes were like two mirrorsâdeep, bottomless. It looked at him and whispered: "Do you want wine to live? Give it your gaze."
đ Two Shades of Taste
In the morning, Corado had disappeared. But marks remained on the barrelsâas if someone had scratched a symbol with claws. From that harvest, the first Mad Bird was born. Thick, dark, and shimmering, as if something were moving inside it.
đŻď¸ The Philosophy of Mad Bird
Today, Mad Bird Cabernet Sauvignon is known as a wine of powerâdense, bold, with hints of blackcurrant and earth. And Mad Bird Dark Malbec is a sleepless wine, crafted from vines that grow closest to the mountains, where the moon touches the earth.
đ¤ ââWarning
But there's one rule. Never look at your reflection in your glass when you're drinking alone. Because Mad Bird always looks back.