Above: A sine qua non fiorentina at Trattoria Il Pozzo in Sant’Angelo in Colle. We try to make it here — where everybody knows your name — at least once a year.
I try to make it back to Montalcino every year during harvest. I come in part because there’s no better way to wrap your mind around a vintage than to see the fruit right before it’s going to be picked and to talk to growers as their year’s work comes to fruition (literally). But it’s also because of my deep connection to the holm oak mountain (the mons ilex, as Montalcino was known in antiquity): ever since I first began seriously following fine wine after my first visit in 1989, this place has held profound meaning in my enoic awareness and life.
Above: Chef Franca Binarelli never misses the mark.
Tracie P and I will be meeting with a number of winemakers and growers while we’re here and Sunday morning I’ll be taking my yearly daybreak drive through the vineyards with my friend and “professor” Fabrizio Bindocci, winemaker at Tenuta Il Poggione, as Tracie P and Georgia P slumber.
Above: Front-of-the-house Paola Binarelli took such good care of us and held Georgia P as we ate our first course last night.
This year’s visit is extra special, of course, because it’s Georgia P’s first.
She has been having a BLAST here, between vineyard strolls and new and delicious foods. In America, people frown on bringing children to restaurants. In Italy, they rejoice. It’s so cool. :)
As soon as I get a chance, I’ll post my notes from our visits with growers. Stay tuned and thanks for reading…
E buon weekend yall!