I'm a traveller. My journey, an adventure might be, began when I was 18 when I left Italy for the first time. I never stopped running: I learnt the importance of silence, the glamour of London and the elegance of The Savoy, the power of the sun in Oman, the color of Moskovites, the sound of the Irawaddy River in Yangon and the hug of a touching Bangkok. Wines were always with me, a passion unconfessed when a teenager, a pleasure later on, a profession eventually. Wines are a heavenly gift, celebrated in my country for thousands of years in rivers of poems. Wines are pleasure: the bright touch to our food, as fresh as simple, as savourly unique.