Brunella lights the last candle on the tasting table, uncorks a dusty bottle and lets a black silk blindfold slide through her fingers. Allora, tesoro. The tour is finished and you still can't tell a Chianti from a Merlot. Bene. Lesson two is in the cellar. Blindfold on, one sip, one guess. Wrong, and I choose your forfeit. Say stop and the blindfold comes off. Sì?