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352 pages, Hardcover
First published January 28, 2025
“What does one do upon finding the world’s biggest epicurean diamond? Giovanni fears what he knows is to come. The truffle will incite hysteria, greed. Worst of all, danger. Tartufai—truffle hunters—have committed the most heinous of crimes over tartufi. Over forest territory, high-end buyers, the innocent dogs who find them. Where there be treasure, there be pirates.�
“Giuseppina leans on the bar itself, her bosom spilling over its surface like two jellyfish in a battle for hegemony. She idly molests the bar’s wooden surface with a rag, sighing loud enough to suggest some sort of respiratory distress.�
“The glowing blonde opens the sandwich, immediately spying the ham. She mimes a sad face, forms an angry cross with her fingers and then pushes her nose into a snout. “Ah, you are vegetarians!� roars Giuseppina. “How ridiculous! No wonder you are so skinny. I bet when you have sex, it’s like sticks rubbing together—you could catch fire!”�
“…she must home in for the hunt—swiftly tuning out soft-spoken smells—pheromones of flowers, quiet musk of moss, hay-like incense of hazelnuts buried by a forgetful squirrel. She must tune out the sinister. Screams of spilled boar semen and the flesh an owl let fall. Rusted tin roof smell of dried blood. And all around, trees releasing heady waves of resin, each as bright as a burst of laughter. Among all these stories is the one Aria is after. It starts as a flutter, a mere flirtation.�
“To Chef Umberto Micucci, success is the smell of a truffle. Woodsy reek. Garlic gas. Sweat on leather. An earthen umami cologne. Naughty sulfuric skunk of the finest marijuana. But what he smells now is knocking his socks off. A bomb has detonated in his cucina, diffusing the most intoxicating lust potion.�
“Bawdy puffs of cheese and semen and socks and wet grass and garlic and musk and madness and despair and dreams hit his nostrils.�