Probably, viticulture existed in this area ever since the Dacians, as the area was inhabited and placed not very far from the capital city of Sarmizegetusa. Documents attest the vineyard since the 16th century. Later on, by means of a document dated the 1st of July 1594, Michael the Brave acknowledges two vineyards to Necula in Corcova and, in another document dated the 8th of July 1956, the prince acknowledges to Radu, the second cupbearer, an inherited property and vineyards in Jirov, Cernaia, Cotoroaia and Valea Buna.
Corcova, as an estate belonging to the Bibescu family, went through its period of glory at the end of the 19th century and the first half of the 20th century. Prince Anton Bibescu hired a young French agriculturist to handle the vineyard, Aristoteles Sauget. This young man, followed by his sons, turned Corcova into heaven and furthermore, he invented the Corcovin and Corcovel, amazing types of blending based on Cabernet. None of the specialists of the State-owned Agricultural Enterprises (IAS), some of them quite praiseworthy, managed to bring these back to life again during the communist regime.
In fact, Corcova was the favourite place of Anton Bibescu and Martha Bibescu for holiday spending, as well as for some of their famous friends. Marcel Proust wrote: "Dear names, such as Corcova, were so familiar and close just like Senlis and a thousand times dearer than Bonnelles and I lived in constant fear not to see them publicized in a press release and at the same time I blamed myself for not knowing enough other as well that you must hold dear and which are maybe known through your memories, Emanuel's or Princess Bibescu's. Oh, how dear I hold you in my heart at these moments!"
Virgiliu Tataru, a publicist and literary historian from Mehedinti county, wrote in his "Tragic adventure of the spirit": "Prince Anton Bibescu was more than convinced that only in these places from the charming valley of Motru could he regain that long sought-for balance of body and soul, to be able to start again with unimagined enthusiasm, with increased energies, on life's insurgent waves, seeking for the eternal mystery of man's destiny on Earth. Here, at the Corcova mansion, he especially liked spending spring, allowing himself to be pierced by the dazzling perfume of so many flowers he thought to belong only to this land and which he believed not to be found anywhere else. The prince loved just as much autumns in Corcova, he lived rare moments of happiness when he saw the vast vineyards overwhelmed in fruitage and when he touched, with a gentle caress, the grey chubby grapes that had stolen miraculously the golden treasure of the summer sun."