There is an hour in Italy that belongs to no one and everyone. The work is done, dinner is not yet, and the whole country seems to agree to pause. A small glass, a few olives, a terrace. This is aperitivo, and it is less about the drink than the deciding to stop.

We do not have this hour here, not really. We go straight from the day to the night with nothing in between. This month I want to give it back to you. A ritual that costs nothing and asks only that you sit down for it.