Oh it’s a fine day when you have a little Italian juice in your face. Cherries, LOADS of dark and red plums, and earth on the nose. Redder plums on the palate with cherries, a bit of minerality and salinity.
“When I am… completely myself, entirely alone… it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how these ideas come I know not nor can I force them.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
A moment of reflection in the Duomo in Montepulciano, Italy.
“The city holds a celebration every year. As the legend goes, a Christian missionary, a Father Marcus—Marcus of the Volturi, in fact—drove all the vampires from Volterra fifteen hundred years ago. The story claims he was martyred in Romania, still trying to drive away the vampire scourge. Of course that’s nonsense—he’s never left the city. But that’s where some of the superstitions about things like crosses and garlic come from. Father Marcus used them so successfully. And vampires don’t trouble Volterra, so they must work.” Her smile was sardonic. “It’s become more of a celebration of the city, and recognition for the police force—after all, Volterra is an amazingly safe city. The police get the credit.” ST. MARCUS DAY FESTIVAL, MARCH 19TH.