Il Cioncolo is the nickname of the person who passed on to me through DNA a passion for wine and good food:
my paternal grandfather!
Born in 1900, his name was Giovanni and he was a bricklayer by trade, but I don’t remember anyone calling him by his name – for the whole village and beyond, he was Il Cioncolo.
A great drinker and connoisseur of good wine, he used to leave twice a year, early on a Saturday morning with two friends, and go to Montespertoli in a small van to fetch the wine in demijohns.
I still have it firmly imprinted in my mind in the evening when he returned; rosy-cheeked, cheerful and in a “chatty” way, telling my dad about the day, making you realise what a great day he’d had.
I don’t remember ever seeing him drunk, a fiasco of wine between lunch and dinner was his standard, and afterwards there would often come a time when he’d tell you what you couldn’t find in the history books. That was our search engine for everything about the Great War and the more recent war of ‘45.
To my wonderful Grandfather, I dedicate the wine that most represents our land, Chianti Classico Riserva, a true ambassador of the heart of Tuscany to the world.