Fèlsina. A name of Etruscan times. A feeling that infuses the air, in harmony with the quality of the light, the earth’s scent and the fragrance of the breezes, the changing of the seasons and silence of the night.
Before the eye that ranges unencumbered in all directions, a metaphysical landscape takes shape. A wondrous unfolding of hills, none blocking its neighbour, all offering a spacious spectra of colour, from yellow to indigo, in luminous waves rolling to a horizon majestically profiled with an ancient volcano, Monte Amiata, beloved of the Etruscans, he enigmatic people who at the dawn of Italic civilisation introduced vines and olives to the peninsula.
This en-lightened land lived an extraordinary moment in Italy’s history, witnessing, if only for a few moments, the dream come true of an ideal city: Siena. Siena of the 13th and 14th centuries, where nature and art crowned the creative genius of those dwelling in such favoured spaces.