A road branches off into the cypress wood that has dominated the hills around Gaggiano for centuries. Following it, the vineyards come into view, like tiny plots of land reclaimed from nature. Patches of land worked and shaped by man who over the centuries has moved stones and grown vines with passion and effort. Heterogeneity in these places is and has always been the rule. Essentially chaos, in which the borders blur and the elements blend between the vineyards and the cypress and holm oak woods. Because this is Chianti, not a fresh and clean film set for the use and consumption of tourists, not a playground: Chianti is forest, scrub, earth, and dust; then also vineyards. Each element has its place and relevance.