
“shaking hands
with a cocoa bean”
—In front of the Square
with the Palm, Tarì strolls
with great calm.
Shaking hands with the old
cocoa bean and thinking of
how to make friends so keen:
embracing its flavours,
more than four hundred indeed,
starting fermentation
with hops and malts you need.
A hundred and fifty years
since then, a pinch of chemistry
on antique memories.
The dark craft in this bottle
narrates the enthusiasm
and marvel of the county
in bounty, and of the story
Tarì celebrates Bonajuto’s glory—