Truffles…..in Molise.

Truffles…..in Molise.

Once upon a time, lightning hurled on an oak tree.

It is origin.

Bond. A tree with its roots. They protect. Symbiosis.

Hidden in the earth. Silent.

A sought-after essence.

Intense smell under the oak.

Delicate under the lime tree.

Rarity becomes value.

We look for passing mountains of dry land and broom.

With patience and dedication.

In the autumn dawn.

Secret in the corners of winter woods.

Become a symbol.

Stretch of a landscape.

Tight bond with the earth.

Sign of a region with an ancient flavor.

She (the Region) too hidden and silent.

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