There is such a place…

A place where long-buried childhood memories resurface.
Where blossoms are hidden beneath butterflies and shimmering veils of insects.
Where, in the shade of trees, the gentle hum of bees fills the air.

Just to sit and grow quiet.
To leave space for nature.

“I love this sound.”
“Yeah, me too,” I smile at Vlado, while Pali dances with Mrs. Magula among the artichokes.

No, this isn’t just a vineyard. It’s a farm. A place that accepts whatever nature decides to offer.

“Loess soil.”

And into it flow projects unconstrained by time, because here, only time, patience, and “I’ll learn it all from books” can truly work.

And this is the place we want to invite you to, together. **Magula x Sekerka.**

It will feel like visiting family.

And no, it’s not just about a dinner with Pali and Vlado. We’ll start a little earlier. The Magula family will guide you through their garden, the places where they live and which they’ve shaped over the years. Their home and their farm. Although, really, the farm is also their home.

They’ll show you around the winery at the peak of harvest season, offering you a direct encounter with winemaking in progress.

And there will be artichokes. And many other delights, raised and grown on the farm.