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Celebrating southward migration
Most people think of Alentejo as a harsh, rotund desert. Where temperatures rise way above the 40oC on a mid-summer day and the ground itself has nothing to offer except dust and rock solid earth. What...
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Hello Valdobbiadene!
RUSTICO, MINERAL LIKE THE BRIGHT SUN “Golden, persistent and crisp. Endured by three generations of wine producers from Valdobbiadene, in the Venetian region of time-honoured Italy, and protected by...
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Chez des amis
Paris. It’s unusually hot. Even for July. The sun hits you with fervour and you feel unable to breathe inside every muffled city bus. It’s now six o’clock in the afternoon and we’re walking towards the...
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Kaiseki, the genius of Rosanjin Kitâoji
Is it possible to be touched by beauty when looking at a rectangular flat table immersed in a shaded ambience? So deeply that your arms get the chills and the hairs on your neck get bristled? I’m at...
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POP! POP! POP! A TASTE OF NINO FRANCO PROSECCO
We woke up to a rainy day. Looking out the window we could almost feel the humidity landing on our skin. Small smoky clouds embraced the hills that laid ahead on the horizon. Everything exulted a blue...
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A lady called Barberina
Hidden in a piece of land called Grave di Stecca in Valdobbiadene, Northen Italy, surrounded by a vineyard, lies a small gem, a XVIII century villa named Barberina. From the road you almost can’t see...
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The (is)land of contemplation
São Jorge, Azores. The (is)land of contemplation. Everything here has its own pace, its very own restrained inner rhythm. If someone tells you that you’re five minutes from reaching your goal, don’t...
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In the delicate burgundy
In the delicate burgundy of your chocolate undulates the discipline of old vineyards and imagined samurais. Among the stern landscape flows this river bearing an almond heart, blinded by the...
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