Hidden amongst the vines, Weingut Matyas whispers a tale of passion and perseverance. Weingut Matyas isn’t just a vineyard. It’s a family’s dream, rooted in the heart of Coswig, in the Neucoswig district. The story began in 2000, with a Hungarian winemaker named Matyas Probocskai. He arrived in Dresden in 1970, tasked with helping establish the city winery. There, amidst the fermenting grapes and the clinking of glasses, he met his wife, Ingeborg. Together, they nurtured a vision. A vision of their own vineyard, where they could pour their love for nature, vines, and wine into every bottle. That vision materialized on April 27th, 2000, with the laying of the foundation stone for Weingut Matyas. The vineyard sits gracefully on the Coswig wine trail, overlooking the town. It boasts about seven hectares of vines, carefully cultivated with a focus on sustainable practices. Matyas’s years of experience in viticulture and cellar management form the bedrock of this small but thriving winery. Every step, from the precise pruning of the vines to the selective harvesting of the grapes, contributes to the quality of their wines. The family cultivates a range of varietals, from Goldriesling and Müller-Thurgau to Bacchus, Weißburgunder, Ruländer, Kerner, Regent, and Spätburgunder. The unique terroir of granite and syenite weathering soil infuses the grapes with distinct aromatic qualities. Here at Weingut Matyas, tradition dances with innovation. Modern cellar technology seamlessly blends with time-honored techniques, resulting in wines that are both elegant and diverse. And if you’re lucky enough to visit between June and October, you can experience the heart of Weingut Matyas at their Besenwirtschaft. Nestled within the vineyard, this seasonal wine tavern offers a taste of their exquisite wines paired with delightful small plates. So raise a glass to Weingut Matyas. A testament to the enduring power of family, passion, and the pursuit of a dream, bottled in every drop.
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