It’s not easy to talk about myself, at least it isn’t for me. I don’t know how to describe myself, so I’ll not try. Neither will I talk about Luciano, my husband. I’ll talk instead about a passion that some would write off as sheer folly. But for me, in this house where I was born, it was the only possible option. I grew up in the country, amid vineyards and with the fragrance of traditional balsamic vinegar impressed in my nostrils. Shut up in an office, I would have died of boredom in a month. That’s why I began to look after the family vinegar loft. A small, tiny vinegar production which, year after year, gradually grew increased.
At first, Luciano and I ran the vinegar loft for personal pleasure alone. Every so often, we added something new when we felt like it. There’s nothing in our vinegar loft that has not been chosen, cared for or made by us. From the colours and pictures on the walls, to the casks, family photos, mementoes from the past discovered in flea markets or found in the basement or attic. It’s been the most wonderful and rewarding work we’ve ever done. Several years ago, we decided to open the doors to our vinegar loft because we love to share our passion with those who possess the nicest human quality: curiosity.
