BE A WINNEMAKER
My archive of news, technical notes, collection of short stories, and many photographs is organized by date and preceded by the word 'Transhumance of .... ( transhumance = migration of livestock from high mountain pastures to lower elevations to graze)
My work as a flying winemaker, traveling to every corner of Italy, is a continuous exchange of experiences captured in every location and reported elsewhere, but it also an exchange of technical and even human experiences, full of those feelings that the world of wine has to offer.
I use the term “transhumance” because the need to travel allows me to get in touch with the land that provides nourishment; like the shepherd that feeds his sheep with the grass and the water found along the path to the their pen.
Italy, seen from above with a bird’s eye view, is like a single vineyard, a mosaic of richly colored emotions, of faces sculpted differently by the daily grind, a babel of well defined and definable language and attitudes.
The key to interpretation becomes a universal skeleton key that opens a thousand doors to emotions that would otherwise remain closed.
Then you learn how to understand where the land gives way to the climate or where the character of the plant expects to thrive, different characters, and memories of different people and places. to perceive how a wine “tastes” like it is from Valtellina instead of Sicily: a thousand different harmonies
When people ask me "how's the vineyard this year, " I have to carefully consider my response, and I think about the first shoots that appeared while the snow still lingered on the vines with the mountains in the background, and the warm southern Italian winds that have ready brought forth thirsty to the shoots in some Sicilian valley, and the more intensely green color that is almost blue at sunset, surrounded by blooming yellow broom flowers and black cypresses in the more mountainous Chianti area: it is difficult to answer the question.
There are too many pretended citizenships and what remains to be done is to simply tell the stories of how the countryside is coming along based on what I have learned from the thousands of faces I have met, while trying to imitate their accents.
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My archive of news, technical notes, collection of short stories, and many photographs is organized by date and preceded by the word 'Transhumance of .... ( transhumance = migration of livestock from high mountain pastures to lower elevations to graze)
My work as a flying winemaker, traveling to every corner of Italy, is a continuous exchange of experiences captured in every location and reported elsewhere, but it also an exchange of technical and even human experiences, full of those feelings that the world of wine has to offer.
I use the term “transhumance” because the need to travel allows me to get in touch with the land that provides nourishment; like the shepherd that feeds his sheep with the grass and the water found along the path to the their pen.
Italy, seen from above with a bird’s eye view, is like a single vineyard, a mosaic of richly colored emotions, of faces sculpted differently by the daily grind, a babel of well defined and definable language and attitudes.
The key to interpretation becomes a universal skeleton key that opens a thousand doors to emotions that would otherwise remain closed.
Then you learn how to understand where the land gives way to the climate or where the character of the plant expects to thrive, different characters, and memories of different people and places. to perceive how a wine “tastes” like it is from Valtellina instead of Sicily: a thousand different harmonies
When people ask me "how's the vineyard this year, " I have to carefully consider my response, and I think about the first shoots that appeared while the snow still lingered on the vines with the mountains in the background, and the warm southern Italian winds that have ready brought forth thirsty to the shoots in some Sicilian valley, and the more intensely green color that is almost blue at sunset, surrounded by blooming yellow broom flowers and black cypresses in the more mountainous Chianti area: it is difficult to answer the question.
There are too many pretended citizenships and what remains to be done is to simply tell the stories of how the countryside is coming along based on what I have learned from the thousands of faces I have met, while trying to imitate their accents.
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