Filippo Zanini's summer Sunday: a basket of aubergines, peppers, tomatoes and mushrooms going onto a garden grill, friends drifting in, and the smoke carrying the scent four centuries back to Giuseppe Arcimboldo, the painter who studied plants leaf by leaf and reassembled them as faces. Roses from the garden hang jammy and faintly spiced in the air, tangled with charcoal, and a wild, balsamic nepetella sauce cuts through the sweetness of the char. An extrait in the house's 30 ml.
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