Legendary Italian Butcher Dario Cecchini
The master of meats comes to Vancouver for one night only.
Tuscany’s infamous butcher lands in Vancouver this month for a collaboration dinner with the Nightingale team.
Tuscany
Adler Thermae Spa & Relax Resort, Tuscany
Wellness in the water.
In Tuscany, the pursuit of mens sana in corpore sano (a healthy mind in a healthy body) has been popular since the Etruscans first discovered the pleasures of communal bathing in the region’s many natural thermal spas.
Super Tuscans
The superstars that changed Italian wine.
Once relegated to the lowly category of table wine, these blends are now internationally beloved.
Discovering Elba
An idyllic Mediterranean exile.
For solitude seekers, the island’s Robinson Crusoe siren call is irresistible.
Albergaccio Niccolò Machiavelli
Good food, fine wine at the "bad hotel".
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Just stick your head, it won’t take long, into any roomful of politics; someone will saddle someone else with the adjective Machiavellian. “Characterized by cunning, duplicity or bad faith” says Mr. Webster. Nearly five hundred years later, poor Niccolò is still most often found under a cloud of bad press.
Amedei Chocolate
Treasured treat.
Chocolate is the universally loved treat that tempts us everywhere from vending machines to chic boutiques. Amedei, founded in 1990, is a bean-to-bar chocolate maker based in Tuscany.
Castiglion del Bosco
Tuscan soul, Ferragamo style.
One cannot think of Tuscany without imagining the cipresso so symbolic of the Tuscan landscape.
The Wines of Tuscany
Classic Chianti.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: If any landscape looks timeless—or (a more modest claim) as if it hasn’t changed for many centuries—it is Tuscany’s. But behind the landscape, Tuscany’s wine industry is anything but timeless.
Castello di Casole
A hilltop Tuscan estate.
Halfway through the journey of my life, I find myself in a dark wood. The only sign that man has once been in here is an old marble bench, mossed over by time. I look downhill; I look uphill, where late summer leaves extrude the early afternoon sunlight. Beyond them, peeking over the horizon, I glimpse what looks to be a castle. I climb toward it.
