A demanding name, as important as unequalled in taste.
My adventure in the Traditional Balsamic Vinegar world started from my grandfather Cesare’s barrels, as you can see in the first picture in the Acetaia when I was four years of age.
This vinegar is beyond description, you can only heed when it speaks of itself wrapping your palate in a velvety hug. It is neither sour nor sweet, not empty and not aggressive. It transfers the harmony of long years of patient waiting.
In a coffee spoon the meaning of “Balsamico”.
It is the ideal choice for those who consider experience a virtue and who wish to give their taste-buds a little corner of paradise.