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12 April 2016

Edi, the Sarntal who takes delight in wine

Sir Eduard Peter, Ed, as his friends call him: worker during the day, sommelier at night.
“Do you know what a Sarntal woman tells his husband? I bought a Fiat Panda 4x4. And so the man: that’s impossible! Our garage is only 3x3!”
I don’t know if the things people say about the Sarntals, the natives of the Sarntal valley, is true. But they are nice guys, this little is certain. The most typical Sarntal I know is called Eduard Peter. Sir Eduard Peter, Edi as his friends call him, can cheer you up just by looking at him. And listening to him is contagious. He’s likely to arrive, say hello and tell you: “Do you know what a Sarntal woman tells his husband? I bought a Fiat Panda 4x4. And so the man: that’s impossible! Our garage is only 3x3!”.  
He’s been working in Casa since 2007. He started at L’Murin but, after his visit to the Mahatma wine cellar, hasn’t ever recovered. Or better, he found his vocation: the wine, which Sarntals  seem to like very much, The wine, I mean. 
“The doctor tells the Sarntal: if you keep on drinking like that, you won’t live to an old age. And the Sarntal: that’s what I always say, wine preserves youth!”. 
After the bunch-shaped vision he had in the wine cellar, he has started studying wine seriously and professionally. With devotion, I would say. He took a sommelier course and began analyzing the connections between traditions, ground, ancestors and wisdom.  He developed the idea that wine has to do with time and patience, knowledge and experience and even with the harmony between man and nature.  
Edi is the kind of philosopher that works as household electrical appliances and washing machineries technician during the day, while at night he’s a sommelier at the Perla. 
He says that, late in the day, young people usually go to the gym, but he goes to the Perla. And he can’t wait for it. It doesn’t happen everyday to find such young people: calm and determined. Who face life with confidence and tranquility, with that little bit of irony which helps softening the daily harshnesses corners, redimensioning everything without being superficial and making work lighter and liveable. 
I can see Edi talking about wine with people next to him, while fixing household electrical appliances. I wonder how many stories he will tell about Pinot Nero and Lagrein, Sylvaner and Gewürztraminer. I guess everybody will be kept open-mouthed. Then he puts down the monkey wrench, holds the corkscrew and really gets into his world, which is made of the most natural wine. After all, he’s a Sarntal, isn’t he?

Paolo Baraldi