One of the things I like to do when traveling is to take advantage of the herbs, flowers, and fruits I find growing there. I took a lot of rose-petal baths and gave myself many a blackberry facial while traveling in Wales, for example. I even stole a few sprigs of Bronze Age chamomile from a hill fort exhibition in Cardigan to make sun-infused oil at my B & B.
Well, I've just spent two weeks in Tuscany. I couldn't BELIEVE the profusion of flowers, herbs, fruits and stuff they have there! They've even got tobacco plantations. Serious heaven.
Geraniums, olive tree, wood with lichen |
My WHOLE family (yes) stayed at a villa near Radda in Chianti (straw-wrapped bottles!) with a vineyard, olive trees, everything. Highlights included:
The boys in the vineyard making nice. |
Eating doughnuts at a sidewalk cafe in Radda. You can just glimpse the glorious red leather handbag I had just purchased. |
Pirates of the Mediterranean |
Tuscany was MAGNIFICENT! It looked like a friggin painting. Everywhere you looked was a PROFUSION of green and flowers. Sorry, but I MUST USE CAPS TO TALK ABOUT THIS PLACE! The very first thing I noticed when we drove from the airport to the villa (in a weird, huge, boxy, bus thing my father rented that everyone hated but I loved (probably because I can't drive a stick and never had to navigate it down those insane roads followed by a line of angry, honking Tuscans)) was the smell. Just driving down the road you were overwhelmed by this unbelievable floral, herbal scent.
Wildflowers on the road to Radda |
That first night we drove up to Volpaia for dinner. Volpaia is a wicked old village with winding streets that are lined with lavender, olive groves, roses, rosemary bushes, jasmine, and lemon trees. It's impossible to describe the smell and the feeling of being surrounded by all that beauty. There is something intriguing and mysteriously beautiful a about the mingling of old architecture with a wild profusion of flowers and green.
Every day I walked from the villa to the nearest town (Radda) just to take pictures and gush over all the stuff growing there. Here's what I found:
Huge Rosmarinus oficinalis bushes |
Wild anise Pimpinella anisum |
Wild fennel Foeniculum vulgare |
Fuzzy mint plants at the villa. Maybe apple mint? Mentha suaveolens. |
Lavendula angustifolia EVERYWHERE!
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Nigella damascena. Love in the Mist. Devil in a Bunch. These are hermaphroditic, feral plants! Seeds are used as a condiment (nutmeg-like flavor), but there is some controversy about its toxicity. |
Nigella damascena fruits! Crazy pods! |
According to Trek Nature:
Seeds (also called "seeds blessed"), reduced to powder, can be used to fight against sneezing. Their infusion or decoction in wine may be used for a variety of purposes (diuretic, tonic or stimulant). The solutions formed are dangerous and toxic, the ducts are poisonous, they should be used only under the supervision of specialists. Essential oil, rich in alkaloids (damascenine) can be obtained from the seeds.
Okay, they also had wild chives and sage, which I didn't photograph because I didn't realize what they were.
Olive grove |
Amazingly sweet-smelling lemons and lemon blossoms. |
Baby grapes and grape flowers! |
Potted strawberries |
Cherry trees EVERYWHERE! |
Volpaia street covered with roses. |
Roses, lavender, and olive tree |
The sweetest smelling flower in the world:Trachelospermum jasminoides 'Tuscani.' These grow everywhere. They're almost like hedges in a lot of places. |
Potted geraniums |
Potted roses |
Orchis italica, Naked Man Orchid! Wild orchids! |
More potted roses and geraniums |
Potted sweet-smelling flowers just randomly placed among trees. |
Last roses |
Amazingly sweet-smelling tree flowers. |
Wysteria |
Poppies everywhere Papaver rhoeas. |
Papaver rhoeas is not the same as Papaver somniferum, the opium poppy. But it has its own lore. According to Wikipedia:
In Persian literature, red poppies, especially red corn poppy flowers, are considered the flower of love. They are often called the eternal lover flower.
In classic and modern Persian poems, the poppy is a symbol of martyrs ([shahid]) and people who died for love (Persian: راه عشق). Many poems interchange 'poppy' and 'tulip' (Persian: لاله).
[I] was asking the wind in the field of tulips during the sunrise: whose martyrs are these bloody shrouded?
[The wind] replied: Hafez, me and you are not capable of this secret, sing about red wine and sweet lips.
And of course, the base note: Cypress trees everywhere. Cupressus sempervirens. |
So I'm going to leave this here for now, seeing as I'm at work and probably should be working. Next time: some recipes using Tuscan ingredients!!!
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Comment by Cornelia on June 20, 2012 at 2:50pm What a wonderful, wonderful read. Thank you for sharing your story and all of these amazing pictures!! My husband and I honeymooned in Tuscany and I can just SMELL your pictures. I was so struck by the pride that everyone took in their little spaces. Flowers everywhere.
Re: Nigella. An Algerian chef friend recommends using Nigella seeds in his preserved lemon recipe. I love the flavor, but didn't know I was playing with a potential toxin. Very interesting! Thanks again.
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