Gandona Winery

Gandona, as my grandfather was known to villagers, was a man of compassion and kindness. His means were slightly more than most, and he earned a reputation for his kind deeds and loaning of money to those in need. He was nicknamed Gandona, which in English translates loosely to “humble man”. Eventually my grandfather became too old to work the farm and he moved to the nearby village. After he passed away in 1974, the Quinta was sold. A few years later, wildfires damaged a large portion of the property, but the old vineyard was left unharmed. In 2009, my wife Cristina and I reacquired the Quinta and began its restoration.

As a child, I spent summers on my grandfather’s farm in the Douro region of Portugal. The school year couldn’t end fast enough so I could return to my life there. The farm was named “Quinta Fraga do Arco” after the unique arched rock formation that has graced the property since pre-historic times. We grew grapes and olives which were sold to nearby villages. The Quinta’s rolling hillsides were covered in vegetation that became fragrant and aromatic with the warmth of the sun, and the surrounding countryside was a patchwork of crops from neighboring Quintas, framed by the curves of mountains.

It’s funny how life seems to come together as if it were a building being assembled brick by brick. My childhood experiences at the Quinta, a good education, success in the business world, and starting our family, have led me to where I am today. When we found the Pritchard Hill property for Gandona Estate in 2006, the time was right to begin the life I had been dreaming about since my summers on the Quinta. Our daughters were young adults and living away from home, and our son had just finished eighth grade so moving him would be less traumatic than after he entered high school.

The day-to-day demands of running my security business and the time it took away from my life had left me unfulfilled. I had grown more eager to start the winery while I still had energy and the blessing of good health. I became single-minded in my need to work the land and more aware that farming was in my blood. Cristina and I traveled to Napa Valley often over the years to enjoy the wine, food, and way of life. It’s a place that reminded us of Portugal and was in complete contrast to our life in Connecticut. I felt connected to grape growing, knowing grapes and the resulting wine are perhaps more reflective of soil than any other crop. I decided the life of a vint-ner was the right path. A few years ago, we released our first vintage of wine. Life has dramatically changed since our move from Connecticut, and improved in ways I didn’t foresse. Time and the demands of corporate life are no longer my master, but instead the persistent arrival of another growing season.” ~ Manuel Pires