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Never go back to the scene of the crime

26/7/2015

There is and old photograph, my mother, really young, keeps me happy by showing me the hens and cockerel in the pens, distracting me so I would eat. What I would give today for that lack of appetite !

That black and white of real Agfas, the pigs that grew fat along the side of the vineyards. That little lane just beyond the Roman well that took us to happy fields where we could play football matches that lasted for four or five hours, but today obscured by rooftops.

Don’t think that I’m reminiscing the usual regrets of a world that is no more. I was on the scene of the crime, where my generation killed its best years: the hopes and the illusions.

Twenty five years ago I planted some trees a long way away, that I haven’t ever seen since. With stripes of yellow and green I have constructed landscapes. I still do today, by choosing which direction I plant rows of vines, or which varieties or crops I grow.

I have in my head, the places, just as they were, are and will be.

That chicken coup, the warm egg cupped in my hand, carefully, so as not to let it break, the spoonful of my mothers feed, inspired me. I don’t care much for photographs, except for a few that I avoid ever looking at.

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Salty, but not like the Dead Sea.

26/7/2015

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Italian wines have always made a great impression because of their minerality. But after all, this Country immersed in the seas by impetuous volcanic activity, has many microenvironments: the soil, climate and the men characterising hundreds of grape-types creating just as many wines, giving distinctive mineral qualities to each. But the ‘saltiness’ of Frascati Wines is unique. When it is combined with that wonderful freshness and hints of fruit and flowers, aftertastes of dried figs and nuts, well… this salt can be really irresistible.

The roots of the vines delve deep into the lapilli and basalt to capture it then the Tuscan microclimate welds it there. It’s not like a sea salt, but rather light. A sensation that heeds the exclamation ‘this is a Frascati’!

Perfumes and tastes that come from deep down to make us feel at home.

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Never go back to the scene of the crime

Salty, but not like the Dead Sea.

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