Itís hard to explain how deep and symbiotic is the relation between us and our truffles. Itís for them that the seasons alternate, that we learn how to interpret sun and rain. It is of them that we discuss, even excitedly, with friends.

Here, in our microcosm, we have them all: from the precious white truffles, hidden along the Maroggia river, to the sweet-smelling black truffles from the high lands of Manciano, Ponze and Pigge.

 

And then we take care of them with such a love you cannot imagine...