“… the scent of rosemary on the Nebrodi mountains,
the taste of Melilli honey, the waving of the wheat on a windy day in May…
the fragrances wafting from citrus groves during certain June sunsets.
The enchantment of certain summer nights viewed from the gulf of Castellammare, when the stars are mirrored in the slumbering sea and the spirits of those abed merge into the vortex of the sky…”
G. Tomasi di Lampedusa