We talked often enografica , but along the more traditional paths of graphics in the wine world: those of the labels pasted on the glass of the bottle. But it is possible to innovate in the world of wine, especially the Italian one, rooted in ancestral traditions and programs of family secrets and techniques of the past? It seems so. 
Ok, how many of you thought the Tavernello? True. The wine is already in the tetra (el bon vin is in the carton! ", Quoted a sad publicity of the past), and connects it to the perception - rightly, in the case of Tavernello - perhaps a bad wine good for Dress the salad. I had the pleasure to taste for themselves the Tasting Box Oneglass in all varieties (Pinot Grigio, Vermentino, Sangiovese and Cabernet) and I was pleasantly surprised. For unlike the traditional glass packaging, is not at all a product of low quality wine is excellent, perfectly preserved and very pleasant. It is eaten when it is opened without risking subsequent oxidation, si schiaccia la confezione con la massima comodità una volta finita e si conserva a lungo in frigorifero o fuori. 
PS I'm going to give a slice of Mrs. Rosina ah, ah, ah!
(Gianmarco with his herd leader "Akela" 
while the page was made by my right cappuccino cake .
all assembled in book form, covered with mmf and decorated with subjects made with this technique . 
Enzo Baldoni : this name is connected to a tragic event in Iraq. Baldoni, as a freelance journalist, is kidnapped by a terrorist organization, 21 August 2004 and was killed. The body, identified through DNA, will return to his country only six years later. 
Vorrei che tutti fossero vestiti con abiti allegri e colorati. Vorrei che, per non più di trenta minuti complessivi, mia moglie, i miei figli, i miei fratelli e miei amici più stretti tracciassero un breve ritratto del caro estinto, coi mezzi che credono: lettera, ricordo, audiovisivo, canzone, poesia, satira, epigramma, haiku. Ci saranno alcune parole tabù che assolutamente non dovranno essere pronunciate: dolore, perdita, vuoto incolmabile, padre affettuoso, sposo esemplare, valle di lacrime, non lo dimenticheremo mai, inconsolabile, the world is a bit 'colder, it is always best to go away and then all the euphemisms such as passed away, disappeared, has left us. The best picture will be what snatch more laughter in the audience. So give us in and not spare me. So you have no idea never really all that I've done. Then a tent will be expected to depart and a buffet with wine, sandwiches and paninetti, tarts, cakes, baked pasta, rice, beer, sausages and all I want. I would like the orchestra of Unza, the gypsies of Milan, who begins to play lively music, violins and saxophones and accordions. I would not mind if people would begin to dance. I want each one a drop of wine on Coffin, fuck, not all up to you, after all I am satisfied that, daten a bit 'me too. I want to laugh - have you noticed? At the funeral we always end up laughing: it is natural, life takes over death -. And he calmly smokes anything you want. I would not mind if you were born, new loves. A quickie on a mezzanine defiladed not considerable offense to death, but an offer to life. Around eight or nine o'clock, without ceremony, the coffin is carried away in my toes and started to the crematorium, while the music and the party will continue late into the night. My ashes at sea, really. But do you fucking care about me. Just do not do as the Big Lebowski.
