Voluptuous women, sticky and wonderfully perfumed, this is what we had amongst our vines. Tying, 'schiacchiatura', 'capata'* of the vines, but also washing the botti-barrels and shifting them empty into their alcoves with sculptured and tough arms. What enticing cleavages; what shrill and often ferocious voices.You could only survive amongst them if you could stand the pace of their rough manner. Today grapes often fall picked by vibrating shakers; new presses that substitute soft feet, yet still, there are women, wise, expert and great...but not the ones I remember with grapes in their breasts....
Masto Titta. * respectively taking off the new trains of vines that don't carry any grapes and picking the grapes in different lapses of time, as they mature.
a group of people, that have lived and experienced the wonderful atmosphere of Frascati for many years, and now wish to share it with you.