Clutching a giant cluster of grapes in each hand, Davide Trezzi thrusts his arms toward the Green Bluff sky. “Look at this,” he says, carrying the deep purple barbera grapes as he walks between rows in the small vineyard. “Beautiful.” It was the moment he’d dreamed of three years ago as he and his wife, Stephanie, tended the tiny twigs that would become their grapevines – the harvest they barely dared imagine until gloved hands with clippers, and buckets overflowing with ripe fruit, made it real last week. “Every barbera is different. Every cabernet is different, right? It will be different here,” says Trezzi, his words heavily accented by his Italian heritage.