he looked proudly at Andrea, the youngest, the only one with an interest in mechanics, like him; to me, the second of the four children, he asked about that girl Cristina I’d met, perhaps imagining that in a few years we’d be married.
While we were leaving, we tried again to talk him into the fact that a full-proof Grappa from mixed marcs aged in oak barrels was the opposite of what the consumers wanted.
- Trust me. Fill nine barrels of this Grappa every year until I’m no longer here; afterwards, you can start putting it in bottles. In case there isn’t a good Grappa in Heaven, it’s best to have a personal stock.