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On a recent spring morning, Luigi Aceto, a hale 78, climbed a ladder in a terraced lemon grove that stretched up the hillside in one of Italy’s most picturesque towns and expertly began snipping lemons into a wicker basket. The sun was shining. The lemons were ripe and as big as fists. The scent of blossoms was intoxicating.
The New York Times racconta la storia di sacrificio e passione della famiglia Aceto per tutelare il proprio patrimonio di limoni, preferendo la qualità alla quantità, la tradizione all’espansione.