What is Family memories
When I was a child, right after the war was over, along with my siblings as soon as school was finished we were sent out to the country. Our naturally exuberant childhood games and noisy playfulness in our home were not compatible with the quiet restrained atmosphere my Father requested or with the afternoons of bridge and tea with friends that our Mother enjoyed. Therefore, with our fantastic nanny, Wilma, we took our disturbance away and entered directly into life in the country. A life of freedom for us that meant being able to play in the carpenter’s building, making swords and arches, running with the dogs through the vineyards and olive groves, climbing in the almond, fig and cheery trees, happily getting completely dirty and tired without anyone telling us off. At the end of our day, thoroughly exhausted, we gathered in the huge kitchen with the fire glowing on the hearthstone, to eat our dinner and listen to stories, as our eyes slowly shut with drowsiness and pleasure.
In today’s world, with the unfortunate ritual imposed by television news shows at dinner time, I greatly miss this lovely chatting and story telling by the fire and I ‘d like to be able to take it up again with my grandchildren but also with my friends, relaxing after a day of physical activity in the country, maybe also roasting chestnuts in the fireplace and cooling them off in a good glass of our Chianti classic.
And that’s why, before my memory plays games with me, I have written down my stories, my remembrances, my little novels. Of course, Neri Tanfucio (in reality Renato Fucini) was a much different raconteur… but my stories are ‘me’, Gian Luigi, here at Petroio for over the past 50 years among the gently sighing cypress trees and the quiet hooting of the owl on the roof.
In today’s world, with the unfortunate ritual imposed by television news shows at dinner time, I greatly miss this lovely chatting and story telling by the fire and I ‘d like to be able to take it up again with my grandchildren but also with my friends, relaxing after a day of physical activity in the country, maybe also roasting chestnuts in the fireplace and cooling them off in a good glass of our Chianti classic.
And that’s why, before my memory plays games with me, I have written down my stories, my remembrances, my little novels. Of course, Neri Tanfucio (in reality Renato Fucini) was a much different raconteur… but my stories are ‘me’, Gian Luigi, here at Petroio for over the past 50 years among the gently sighing cypress trees and the quiet hooting of the owl on the roof.
What is Petroio Days
From the time that I took over managing the Family Wine Estate, I have literally and physically moved to Petroio in order to follow carefully and passionately, first hand, hands on, all the multiple phases of the business. I grew up in Rome and in 2008 had literally no idea what was in store for me.
I learned to know the plants that provide us with our Chianti Classico. Obviously I had no clue how to execute a pumping over or how to make a blend, but I learned that as well. I have immersed myself in every phase of the business, both productively and commercially, learning from my mistakes and from the experience and know-how of those around me.
Thus I’ll tell my story, my “Days at Petroio” in this blog; every day different, every day stimulating. I’ll share the beauty of these places that are my daily home in the photos.
I’ll tell about life in the country, the many encounters that the world of wine allows one to make and enjoy, my activity as the regional (Tuscan) delegate in the group of Women in Wine and my fast growing interest and work with the young people in ANGA (National Association of Young Agriculturists).
I learned to know the plants that provide us with our Chianti Classico. Obviously I had no clue how to execute a pumping over or how to make a blend, but I learned that as well. I have immersed myself in every phase of the business, both productively and commercially, learning from my mistakes and from the experience and know-how of those around me.
Thus I’ll tell my story, my “Days at Petroio” in this blog; every day different, every day stimulating. I’ll share the beauty of these places that are my daily home in the photos.
I’ll tell about life in the country, the many encounters that the world of wine allows one to make and enjoy, my activity as the regional (Tuscan) delegate in the group of Women in Wine and my fast growing interest and work with the young people in ANGA (National Association of Young Agriculturists).
