Holidays in childhood with parents to worry about problems and children, carefree kids all together regardless of anything and with the world waiting for us.
All sitting around a fire at dawn at the end of summer, a feeling is born, a desire that summer never ends, a kiss on the forehead, promises to believe in. The desire to see each other again soon...
It's all about this whisky after we meet him. A pungent, persistent and ripe scent of freshly burnt wood, dried leaves and the countryside burnt by a tiring season.
Resin and hay. In the mouth is satisfying, yeast, honey and bu er flood the palate.
Very long, persistent and intriguing. Complex. Great character with a lasting and graceful taste.
I thought of my mother and saw herdresses again... The smartest was black and with the not withered flowers yet
From song “I giardini di marzo” (Thegarden of March)
Battisti-Mogol