Welcome to Fulchino Vineyard

We believe in letting the vine and its fruit express itself. We are translators for what has already been created. Our joy is in seeing others enjoy our wine and enjoy it with their families and friends. Much is said of terroir and what the earth contributes to a wine, but we can add something more: intangibles.

Annually, we work to harness the wild portion of the terroir: the yearly pruning, cultivating and ultimately the harvesting of the fruit of the vine. To our north, family farmers can be seen toiling away bringing fresh food to local markets and tourists. To our immediate east, it is common to see young foals coming into the world and learning to walk, soon to be outrunning their parents. To our south are wetlands that provide safety and rest to white tail deer, wild turkeys, small game and the occasional bear or coyote that tracks this prey. Above, there are circling hawks, wild geese, ducks, and the occasional passenger jet that passes over this place of silence.

A place of peace and simple beauty where people can decide to not rush around, but to sit face to face with another and just talk with each other. In front of us, as we gaze through the vineyard rows, yellow finches and robust cardinals are among the many species of birds that flit to and from and rest on the many trellis wires, before they dive to pluck earthworms from the healthy and deeply organic soil below.

The soil is a bit of a rich story in and of itself. Fertile and organic matter reach two feet deep, until we reach a seeming endless coarse sand that houses a year-round high-water table that feed the vines naturally. We do no irrigation of our established vines. The topsoil is rich in minerals and nutrients, a natural home to the vines as it holds rainwater for a time until it ultimately releases it to the sands below where the roots of the vine chase the moisture. These sands that lay about 50 feet under the top layer or are a natural occurrence in southern New Hampshire. And all this rests on the foundation of our region: Granite. Giving us the nickname The Granite State. Our granite over time yields to the pressures of the earth and fragment and ever so slowly release their own minerals upward into the sand, where they wait for the roots of the vines to find them to begin this cycle again.