#Carmignano

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Tenuta di Capezzana in Carmignano, Toscana訪問

2024年8月21日、フィレンツェから西へ車で30分ほどのカルミニャーノ地区にあるテヌータ・ディ・カペッツァーナへ。この日はワイナリー見学、敷地内レストランでディナー、アコモデーション宿泊とカペッツァーナ満喫の一日。オーナーファミリーのベアトリーチェさんは、彼女の来日時に何度かご一緒した縁で、残念ながら今回ホリデー中で不在でしたが、全てをアレンジしてくれました。

カルミニャーノの地名は、羊皮紙になんと804年に記録が残されていて、ワイナリー内にそのコピーが展示されていました。日本では平安時代が始まったばかりですよ！この地域は紀元前ローマ帝国が治める以前からエトルリア人がワイン造りをしていたそうです。1716年にトスカーナ大公コジモ3世がカルミニャーノ、キャンティ、ポミーノ、ヴァル・ダルノ・ディ・ソプラの４ワイン産地の境界を定めたことが世界初の原産地保護となりました。

現在も残るカペッツァーナの建物は1475年に建築。1920年に現在のオーナーであるボナコッシ家の所有となり、1925年にカペッツァーナのファーストヴィンテージがリリースされました。長年培ってきたその土地の自然を後世に繋いでいくため、2009年からオーガニック栽培に取り組み、2015年に認証を取得。栽培ブドウ品種はカベルネ・ソーヴィニョン、サンジョヴェーゼ、カベルネ・フラン、シラー、トレッビアーノ・トスカーナ、シャルドネ。

この日の試飲は、眺めが素晴らしいテラスにて、5アイテム。

Trebbiano di Capezzana I.G.T 2023

 トレッビアーノ100%。発酵は半分がステンレスタンク、半分が小樽と大樽。熟成は小樽と大樽が半々ずつ６カ月。アーモンドやバニラの香り、アロマティックな果実味とすっきりした酸味のバランスが良く、鶏肉料理に合いそう。

Barco Reale di Carmignano D.O.C. Bio 2022

サンジョヴェーゼ75%、カベルネ・ソーヴィニョン20%、カナイオーロ５％。大樽で6カ月熟成。苺やハーブを感じる香り、豊かな果実味とソフトなタンニン、フレッシュな味わい。

Villa di Capezzana di Carmignano D.O.C.G.2020

ボナコッシ家が1925年から造り続けているフラッグシップワイン。サンジョヴェーゼ80%、カベルネ・ソーヴィニョン20%。熟成は70%がトノー樽（300l）で12カ月、30%が大樽で16カ月。個人的に以前から大好きなワインで、野イチゴやラズベリーを感じる華やかな香り、凝縮した果実味と酸味の調和が素晴らしく、タンニンも柔らかくてエレガント。

Trefiano Carmignano Riserva D.O.C.G. 2020

サンジョヴェーゼ80%、カベルネ・ソーヴィニョン10%、カナイオーロ10％。トノー樽で18カ月熟成。甘い果実とスパイスの香り、フルボディで、滑らかなタンニン、ブルーベリーのような濃い果実味と酸味のバランスがとても良い。

Ghiaie della Furba I.G.T. Bio 2020

カベルネ・ソーヴィニョン50%、メルロ��20%、シラー20%。小樽で18カ月熟成。カペッツァーナの歴史、革新、ボナコッシ家のワイン造りへの情熱が形となったワイン。

フルボディで、野イチゴのような濃厚な果実味、スパイス、酸味が絡み合う複雑な味わいのエレガントなワイン。

試飲後は、敷地内のプールでひと泳ぎしてから、夕日を望むテラスでディナー。カペッツァーナワインと合わせた美味しいトスカーナ料理の締めは、甘さと酸味のバランスが絶妙な、ヴィンサント。甘口ワインって本当に幸せになれる。

[divulgatoriseriali]

Dal Chianti Classico al Vinsanto: viaggio nel vino etrusco e romano

In tutte le parti del mondo la parola Chianti risveglia nelle persone pensieri stupendi o ricordi indimenticabili. Difatti, è uno dei vini italiani più esportati al mondo. Il Chianti Classico, in particolare, viene venduto per il 10% della vendita internazionale proprio in UK. Ma come è nato il Chianti? Cosa significa Chianti Classico? Qual è la storia del Chianti Classico, Come si distinguono i…

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Artimino (Prato) / Avori principeschi: lo spettacolare corredo del tumulo etrusco di Montefortini in tutto il suo splendore

Artimino (Prato) / Avori principeschi: lo spettacolare corredo del tumulo etrusco di Montefortini in tutto il suo splendore

Redazione Gli oggetti d’avorio, si sa, erano tra i beni suntuari maggiormente ricercati dalle corti del Vicino Oriente, dove sono stati ritrovati per lo più nelle stanze dei palazzi reali; in Grecia gli avori più pregiati e più numerosi sono stati rinvenuti nei santuari, mentre in Etruria li ritroviamo principalmente in pochi grandi monumenti funerari del periodo ‘orientalizzante’ (VII secolo…

[stilouniverse]

A Carmignano: la rocca e il Pontormo

Carmignano le mura di recensione all’antica rocca “Chi visita questa Terra resta sorpreso di non trovare alcun indizio di tante decantate fortificazioni, e di vedere un paese aperto di due borghi staccati, il più alto dei quali conserva il nome di Castello, probabilmente per essere al suo ridosso la semidiruta Rocca”. Così il Repetti nel Dizionario geografico fisico storico della Toscana…

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The Visitation

Artist: Pontorno (Italian, 1494-1557)

Date: c. 1528-1530

Medium: Oil on panel

Location: Propositura dei Santi Michele e Francesco, Carmignano

Description

The Apostle Luke is the only gospel writer to give particular attention to the ‘visitation’, when Mary visits Elizabeth before their babies are born. In his diligent research (Luke 1:3), presumably mostly carried out during the two years he spent in Palestine while Paul was in prison (Acts 24:27), he will have had opportunities for conversation with Mary about Jesus’ early history. This episode must have struck him as significant.

The incident is the first public recognition of Jesus, when John the Baptist – whose job it is to witness to Jesus as the Messiah (Luke 1:17; John 1:8, 29) – responds to Jesus even while in the womb. Pontormo is perhaps suggesting this by making the two ‘bumps’ bump. Luke wants his readers to ‘know the certainty’ of the gospel and here, right at the start, we see the evidence accumulating that Jesus really is the Messiah.

[galleryofart]

Visitation of Carmignano

Artist: Jacopo Pontormo (Florentine, 1494-1557)

Date: 1528

Medium: Oil on board

Collection: Rectory of Saints Michael and Francis

Description

The highly personal figurative inventions of Pontormo's Deposition in the Santa Felicità in Florence are also evident in his Visitation, dating to 1528-29. The lozenge-shaped arrangement of the four figures represented in the foreground of the painting was probably suggested to Pontormo by Dürer's engraving portraying the Four Witches (1497). Entirely original, on the other hand are the intertwining arcs of arms and fabric that firmly unites the two protagonists whose distinctly enlarged bodies dominate the painted surface.

The monumental scene is depicted in a frozen fashion against the background of a roughly painted, funereally gloomy town. The profile portrayal of the two main figures embracing each other with extreme delicacy and exchanging looks of intense mutual affection is set against the rigidly frontal positions of the two bystanders in the background. Immobile, almost petrified, the latter keep their eyes fixed on something outside the scene, revealing their total lack of emotional participation in the event. The age difference between these two women and their facial resemblance with the protagonists invite an interpretation of the two maid servants as the doubles of Mary and Elisabeth. Their expressions convey a rather melancholic tone to the scene's general atmosphere of high spirituality.

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Junction of Via Cesare Carmignano and Traversa III Garibaldi, Naples, 1970. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive. 

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Assassin Anecdotes: Right-Hook!

Althaia's perspective

Carmignano, Italia- 2001

"Alright, Green, you can shoot a gun, but can you hold up in a fight?" Formaggio asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"I can certainly try."

Me and the guys were standing in a group now, facing each other. Weapons training was over, and now, it was time to spar.

"If this goes anything like the first time you fired a gun, you'll be on the ground in seconds," Illuso said, a gloating quality in his voice.

"Haha, very funny..." I grumbled. "So, who am I going to spar with?"

Melone began to raise his hand but the rest of the group turned to look at him, and we call stated a very clear, "Not you!"

"Can't blame a guy for trying..." he tittered.

"I can," I asserted, glaring at him.

"Right..." Prosciutto began, "In terms of skill level, you'd probably do best sparring with Pesci."

Pesci gulped a bit, seeming like he wanted to speak out but Prosciutto intervened.

"But he's my protégée, so I will be sparring with him," he said.

I nodded, fiddling with one of my braids. "So..."

"Heh, maybe she should fight Formaggio, seeing as he's the weakest out of all of us," Illuso sneered.

"Alright, can it, asshole!" Formaggio barked, driving his finger into Illuso's chest. "I'm sparring you just for that."

Dammit... I was kinda hoping for him...

"Fine then, go begin," Risotto said, dismissing them with a fleeting gesture.

The two walked off, already bickering a bit and talking shit. Prosciutto also beckoned for Pesci to follow him and he came to the man's side in an obedient heel as they walked out further into the field.

I nervously made eye contact with Ghiaccio, who looked just about ready to twitch out of his skin, itching to fight. I recoiled into myself, hugging my arms and stepping away... No thank you!

"Relax, Belladonna. You're not sparring with Ghiaccio," Risotto interrupted my thoughts. "That's Melone's job."

"What?! Why is it always me? He always pulls my hair..." Melone complained. His behavior then flipped like a switch and he stepped closer to Ghiaccio, a sultry expression on his face as he rubbed his shoulder against the other man's. "Mm, but I kind of like it."

Ghiaccio's cheeks lit up with a reddish hue before he gritted his teeth and lunged at him. "I'll kill you!"

Melone shrieked a bit and began sprinting away as Ghiaccio chased him down. I watched the whole ordeal with a bit of a grimace on my face before Risotto's voice drew my attention back.

"And then there were two," he said, arms crossed.

I smirked a bit and took a step closer to him. "Hm, y'sure you didn't plan this as a way to pay me back for making you get all sappy back there?"

"That could be the case, though I'll let you decide."

"So, I assume this is more so about teaching me rather than actually sparring?"

"Exactly. Considering your... earlier reaction... I assume you've never really gotten into physical altercations in the past."

I chuckled a little, my hands behind my back in a coy manner. "Look at the brains on you."

"Ah, shut it. Get into position."

I nodded, trying to stamp down the bit of anxiety I was feeling as I took a few steps back. "So, what's your teaching style...?"

"By example."

"What??"

Before I could even properly react, he charged at me, fist wound up. Was this guy crazy?! Asshole! I squeaked in mild fear and closed my eyes, leaving it up to God at this point.

By instinct, though, I think I crouched to the ground and hugged my knees to my chest, my face buried in my knees. There was a silence for a moment as I held still, expecting pain, but I felt nothing. I only snapped out of it once I heard Risotto speak again.

"What the hell was that?"

I looked up at him, my expression akin to a dog that got caught doing wrong. "Huh?"

"You... You didn't even try to block or dodge! You just cowered."

"I think I blacked out..."

"Stand up, you idiot."

I did so and looked up at him as he rolled his eyes.

"Where's that rage, huh? I know you have it in you," he began.

"I-"

"You murdered a woman in cold blood for trying to report your crime. You slit her throat open!"

My heart began to thump in my ears again and tunnel vision slowly faded in. "Stop! Don't say that! I didn't- That's classified!"

"You're a dirty, lying, cheating, money-hungry criminal who ended an innocent life to protect yourself. How did it feel in that moment to find out that deep down you're a savage monster? That you're no better than those mafiosos who placed bets on you?"

No, I didn't- I didn't want to be reminded of that night! I watched the scene replay in my head every time I closed my eyes, I remember scrubbing my body so hard in the shower that my skin was raw, leaving my family behind, the open wound, the look on her face as the light left her eyes, the-

I was a teary-eyed, ragged-breathing ball of panic and anger with a heaving chest by now, and I vaguely remember seeing Risotto wear a satisfied yet slightly sadistic smile.

"What would happen if the world knew, Amalthea? That their inspiration was nothing but a disgusting murderer-"

"Shut up!" I roared, lunging at him now in a fit of rage. I was throwing shots blindly, I can hardly remember seeing anything but my darkened vision and the hazy tears in my eyes.

All I knew is that I was hurling as many attacks as I could in his direction, and he was either deflecting or avoiding them.

"Good! This is what you need to harness when you're fighting!" he called out to me, catching one of my fists, but I didn't react.

I tried to grab at him, jumping towards him at full force, but he simply ducked and let me fly over his shoulder and roll off his back. I hit the ground behind him, letting out a small "oof" before staring up at the blue sky, trying to catch my breath. My vision was coming back and I was trying to take stock of my surroundings– the feeling of the grass under my head, the slow, rolling movement of the clouds, the soft breeze passing over me... What the hell just happened? It felt just like before, where I was so protective of my reputation that I lashed out... That's why I was even here in the first place.

The sunlight in my eyes was suddenly blocked as a dark figure loomed over me, a soft jingling sound accompanying it. I squinted up and made out a face past the light in my vision. It was Risotto, and his dark eyes had a glint of amusement in them.

"That was exciting, don't you think?" he asked, nearly grinning.

"You're a jerk, you know that?! Stop calling me by that name!" I yelled, finally realizing that I had been crying again.

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?"

"Obviously!"

"Good. That was the point. I wanted you to see that your violent streak wasn't a lone accident. You're capable of fighting, so stop cutting yourself off at the knees and giving up before the hard part even begins."

I was silent for a moment, just looking up at him. I could swear he was having fun with me. Maybe he enjoyed that for once I was the one frowning while he was smiling. Maybe I seemed more human now that I was a mess just like the rest of them. His white, choppy bangs, which usually fell over his forehead, were hanging forward now, and at the present moment I took a chance to really get a good look at him while he was finally out of that office of his: fair skin, strange eyes, dark lipstick, a nice smile now that I got to see it, and now that it was above my face, I noticed that his chest was near bare... He was pretty muscular, I actually... kinda liked it... but- Ah, enough of that!

"Have you taken a liking to me all the sudden?" I finally asked, wiping my amber eyes.

"An 'interest' is a more fitting description."

"You're mean, you know that?"

"I try to be. Now get up." He helped me to my feet again, and before he let go of my hand, he spoke to me in a more hushed tone, avoiding my gaze. "And I didn't mean most of what I said back there... I meant some of it, but not all of it. We're all violent, remorseless, murderous criminals. I'm in no position to judge you for that."

"I have remorse, Risotto... I'm filled with regret each and every day," I replied, my forehead etched with tension.

"Then you're better off than the rest of us." He then sighed and let go of me, stepping back a bit and raising his voice to a normal volume again. "Now, I'm actually going to teach you the proper technique when throwing a punch."

I nodded, trying to control the still simmering frustration in my heart. If I could learn to utilize it as a tool, like I think he's trying to coax me to do, I could probably keep up with the rest of them...

I could do this.

*

After being out here at the abandoned factory for a few hours, it was time for us to pack it up and go back home. The rest of the guys were in a bit of a rough shape from sparring, save for Prosciutto, so I definitely had some time to be a doctor when we got back, which I was excited for. Risotto would have a few bruises as well, but only because he let me hit him for practice, and it was actually kind of fun. I was mad at him, and that helped a lot.

As the guys were loading up the car again and taking a quick water break, I had decided to stand on the edge of the field again and just look out into the city below, seeming within touching distance but still so far at the same time. Today was rough but I survived... I was learning new things about myself along the way.

My thoughts on that matter were halted when I felt a presence stand beside me. Prosciutto was looking out into the city with me now, hands in his suit pockets. I glanced over at him, a sensation of awkwardness creeping up my back... Was he still angry with me? Did he think I was stupid? I didn't want him to... I admired him quite a bit.

"You did good today, all things considered," he finally said, blue eyes still aimed forward.

I was a bit stunned by the sentiment... Did he actually...? "Really?"

"Since this was your first time, I'll cut you some slack. But I expect you to improve each time we do this."

I looked down again and nodded. "Oh, okay..."

"I tell Pesci the same thing, but: you need to lose your insecurity over how you compare to the rest of us. Comparison for the sake of improvement is fine, but telling yourself that you might as well not try because you "weren't made for this" or don't believe you've got what it takes is an unacceptable mindset for our team, do you understand?"

I listened carefully before nodding. "I-I do."

He sighed before looking over at me. "None of us asked to be here. We didn't spend our childhood wishing to become criminals and assassins. But that doesn't matter now. Whatever you were in your life before this can be a starting point in this new chapter, but it can't be the thing that holds you back."

I nodded and spoke next with a mildly glum but ultimately resigned tone. "I know... I'm sorry about today. I've just had a very, very rough year and I try to push the feelings down but sometimes they all come back to me at once."

He nodded and stayed silent for a moment before shrugging. "When I feel that way, I do something that used to bring me joy in my past. For me, that's going to a library. I suggest finding something like that, something private for yourself."

I smiled softly. "Libraries, huh?"

"I enjoy the atmosphere. Besides, I was quite the avid reader in the past... I try to make time for it when I can now."

"When did you join Passione?"

"...Sixteen."

"What?!" My jaw hung open for a second. "You were so young! How did you-"

"Trust me, I wasn't the youngest to join. Pesci is only twenty. He joined when he was eighteen."

I suddenly realized just how sad this whole situation really was... I don't know why it took me so long to realize that these young men, who had lives ahead of them, who should have been going to university, partying, making friends, doing stupid overnight trips and playing drinking games were all...

Stuck.

Just like me.

Except I was luckier than them, in that I got to experience my young adult life as a civilian and they didn't.

Damn... It just made me want to grab 'em all and squeeze 'em tight. They didn't belong here, and neither did I.

"Who was the youngest to join...?" I asked hesitantly.

"Melone. He was fifteen. He joined when it was still my first year in Passione. Our squad hadn't even been formed yet."

"How long has La Squadra been around?"

"Ten years..."

My eyes widened a bit in disbelief. "Wow! Really?!"

"Mhm."

"Do you guys ever do like... anniversary celebrations?"

"Psh. No. I doubt anyone would want to celebrate this. To me, it just means nearly ten years where I've been waking up to Ghiaccio and Melone fighting..."

"Well, maybe we can do something this year."

"Maybe."

I paused before looking up at him again and lowering my voice a bit. "Thank you for... coming over and talking to me. I was worried I pissed you off."

"You did, a bit. I hardly have a stomach for blatant incompetence but I'm giving you a pass... For now. But don't expect it to last for long. You'll get better or we'll force you to."

"Sorry for scaring you, too..."

He groaned a bit. "I don't want to talk about that part..."

I chuckled a little before leaning in and giving him a side hug, my arms wrapped around his small waist. I had sort of gotten a feel for the fact that no matter how business-like he was, he was very hands-on and affectionate. So was I.

So, just as I sort of expected, he put his arm around me a bit and patted my shoulder. "You'll be fine, Althaia. Don't hesitate so much. If you do, you've already failed."

I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment before grinning a bit. "You smell good."

He chuckled softly before letting me go, and in turn, I did the same. "Good. My cologne costs hundreds of dollars."

"Hundreds?!"

"Only the best."

We began walking towards the van again as everyone got in, preparing for the trip back home.

Hey, at least I learned how to execute a right-hook today!

-- Chapter End --

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[drinky]

Capezzana, Barco Reale di Carmignano 2018. With pasta carbonara.

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Aliplast boosts recycled PET: PET recycling site acquired from Gurit Italia.

Gurit Italia's Carmignano di Brenta PET recycling factory has been integrated by the Hera Group subsidiary, a move that aims to expand a market that is becoming more and more significant.Read More

[cloudwine9]

Carmignano e i suoi vini protagonisti all’Osteria Il Pratellino

Carmignano protagonista a Firenze: Fabrizio Pratesi Winery chiude “A Tavola con il Produttore” L’ultima serata di A Tavola con il Produttore celebra Carmignano con i vini di Fabrizio Pratesi e un menu dedicato, abbinato a un raffinato wine pairing studiato per esaltare ogni sapore. Firenze, 22 Marzo 2025 | Giovedì 3 aprile 2025 si terrà a Firenze l’ultima serata del ciclo A Tavola con il…

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28/02/2025

[osteneroshark]

Corriere del Vino: Podere Allocco e il Carmignano: serata speciale e incontro con il produttore

[grapevineadventures]

The Enchantment of Vin Santo: Exploring Its Rich Heritage

Capezzana is a historic estate in Carmignano, Tuscany, known for its wines deeply connected to the local territory. For the past few years, they have organized a vertical tasting every autumn to highlight the uniqueness and evolution of their wines. Each tasting focuses on a specific wine from their selection. These tastings are highly educational and provide an excellent opportunity to learn…

[artandthebible]

The Visitation

Artist: Pontorno (Italian, 1494-1557)

Genre: Religious Art

Date: c.1528-1530

Medium: Oil on Panel

Location: Propositura dei Santi Michele e Francesco, Carmignano

The Apostle Luke is the only gospel writer to give particular attention to the ‘visitation’, when Mary visits Elizabeth before their babies are born. In his diligent research (Luke 1:3), presumably mostly carried out during the two years he spent in Palestine while Paul was in prison (Acts 24:27), he will have had opportunities for conversation with Mary about Jesus’ early history. This episode must have struck him as significant.

The incident is the first public recognition of Jesus, when John the Baptist – whose job it is to witness to Jesus as the Messiah (Luke 1:17; John 1:8, 29) – responds to Jesus even while in the womb. Pontormo is perhaps suggesting this by making the two ‘bumps’ bump. Luke wants his readers to ‘know the certainty’ of the gospel and here, right at the start, we see the evidence accumulating that Jesus really is the Messiah.

[michelangelob]

La Visitazione di Pontormo a Poggio a Caiano: FOTO dell'allestimento

Finalmente la Visitazione del Pontormo è di nuovo visibile al pubblico. E’ stata collocata nella Sala del Fregio all’interno della Villa medicea di Poggio a Caiano dopo il trasferimento dalla Pieve di Carmignano, attualmente inagibile. La Visitazione fu commissionata al Pontormo dalla famiglia fiorentina dei Pinadori che aveva dei possedimenti proprio a Carmignano. Al centro della scena si…