The truffle forest lands in Dubai
A dawn, the shadows, the woods, the little dog, the quarryman. A ray of sunshine, the immaculate environment, the truffle that Mother Earth hides, to arrive at the dish of perfection. The truffle between mystery and reality, between magic and cuisine. The magic and mystery of shadows, of a spore, of the dog’s nose, of a breath of wind that directs the scent and then between reality and cuisine, (the dish of Italian perfection in the world) with a beauty that is entirely zero centimeter.