Renaissance mornings in Florence, then unhurried afternoons among the vines of Chianti and the golden hills of Val d'Orcia.
Begin in the heart of Florence with private access to the Uffizi and dinner in a shuttered palazzo. Continue by chauffeured car into the countryside, where a family-owned estate opens its cellars, and a hilltop borgo becomes your home for four unhurried nights.
Private transfer from Peretola. Check-in at Portrait Firenze on the Arno. Evening aperitivo on a rooftop above the Ponte Vecchio, followed by a quiet dinner in a shuttered palazzo dining room.
Warm stone still holding the day's heat, church bells layering over each other at seven, the smell of espresso and old leather in the streets around Santa Trinita.
A curator-led private visit to the Uffizi before public hours — Botticelli's Venus, alone. Espresso in a private salon, followed by a fitting at Stefano Bemer for bespoke shoes.
Cool marble underfoot in empty galleries, the hush of one voice explaining Piero della Francesca, then the polish of new leather and the snap of a tailor's chalk.
A morning across the river with a master goldsmith and a paper marbler still working the way their grandfathers did. Long lunch at a family trattoria in San Frediano. Evening free at Portrait Firenze.
Beeswax and turpentine in an artisan's studio, hammer on gold leaf, then hand-cut tagliatelle with butter and sage.
Chauffeured drive south through the cypress-lined hills. A vertical tasting of a family Sangiovese at their private cellar, a long lunch under a pergola of climbing roses, and arrival at Castiglion del Bosco by sunset.
Warm wind through open cypress avenues, iron and cherry in the glass, the resinous scent of rosemary crushed underfoot.
A dawn drive to photograph the Chapel of Vitaleta in first light. Return for a private pasta lesson with the estate's nonna — pici by hand, pulled and rolled on a floured wooden board.
Cool mist rising off wheat fields, the golden hour turning limestone pink, then flour on the hands and 00 semolina in the air of a warm farmhouse kitchen.
Meet a fifth-generation trifolau and his lagotto dogs in an oak forest above Pienza. Return for a truffle-focused lunch. Afternoon at leisure in the borgo's spa and pool.
Damp forest floor, moss and oak leaves, the sudden earthy perfume as a white truffle is dug loose and pressed into your palm.
In-season harvest morning in the vineyards, secateurs in hand, followed by an inside visit of the cantina. A long southern lunch of ribollita and grilled Chianina.
Grape-must in the air, sun on the back of the neck, the sharp snip of shears and the sticky sweetness of fresh juice on the fingers.
A slow morning. Farewell dinner at a 12th-century Pieve, candles and Brunello only, before a night drive back through the sleeping villages.
The tolling of a single bronze bell, incense faint in old stone, and the deep, dark hush of a Tuscan night with a glass of Brunello in hand.
Ferragamo family suites on the Arno, steps from Ponte Vecchio.
5,000 acres of vineyards, forest and a medieval borgo.
A working farm-to-table estate with a Michelin-starred kitchen.
