by Alessandro Baronciani
Fronds interweave, creating an impenetrable green blanket. The time has come to open a bottle of La Pettegola, before the shadows lengthen with the arrival of the dusk. The branches of the bushes shiver to the sound of the cork sliding out of the bottle. The candid face of a young woman appears among the leaves. Her mischievous gaze is searching for something, for someone. No-one knows. I pour the wine into the glass, and the notes of white fruit carry the promise of the fresh and full-bodied flavour. The young woman becomes more charming and charismatic with every sip. The glass is finished and, just as it appeared, La Pettegola disappears, leaving behind the persistent memory of an emotion that is hard to forget.