The Black Rooster, true emperor of Chianti
Immersing oneself in the green landscape of Chianti is like rediscovering oneself on an exclusive and rooted path that winds through the intense, endless embraces between noble vineyards and sacred olive groves of the gentle hills.
These hills have been shaped by human presence, which, in still-intact harmony, connects to the industrious simplicity of rural churches, imposing castles, and ancient stones of small medieval villages. The iconic image of Chianti known worldwide is that of the infinite ridges of low hills concealing marvelous valleys.
Together, they form a Renaissance painting framed by the two art gems, Siena and Florence.
On the journey to these historic destinations, vast meadows, deciduous forests, and coniferous forests reign, many still bearing their indelible imprint.
It is an immense, open-air beauty that is also found in the significance of the past preserved in historic residences, still oases of luxury, or in wellness retreats where the philosophy of spas is enhanced by daily refinements.
The greatness of the Chianti valleys is also encapsulated in the symbolism of the emblem: the black rooster. Unique in its existence since 1348, as the medieval legend tells of the challenge between the knights of Siena and Florence for the conquest of the fertile Chianti valley.
The clash, according to the legend, did not occur between opposing weapons but between two roosters: white for the Sienese districts, black chosen by the other faction. The Florentines emerged victorious because their black rooster crowed first, and the lily-adorned outpost arrived, in occupying the land, almost under the walls of Siena.
In the streets of Chianti, legends like that of the black rooster intersect multiple times, and it is a pleasure to hear them from those who have inherited them from time immemorial. Especially to hear them, as if they were a sweet lullaby, at sunset when nature’s brushstrokes transform the sky from red to starry blue.
These are emotions destined to leave an imprint on the heart and mind of an exclusive witness to the event. Then to be awakened by the gentle tolls of bells that marked the hours for Popes and the most illustrious Tuscan families. Here, time seems to have magically stopped in a land beloved and courted by the whole world.
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