The road which leads to Cairossa is immersed in wild Mediterranean brush land with opens up only occasionally with a panoramic view which shows sweetly rolling hillsides dotted with century-old olive groves, a few country farmhouses and, deep on the horizon, the Tyrrhenian Sea, gleaming in a silvery light. The cellars, red like the center of the earth, perched on the southern slopes of the hill, loom up unexpectedly before one’s very eyes.
Night is dark at Caiarossa, black in an obscurity which allows us to discover stars whose existence was unknown to us, while the day, the shimmering of sunlight off the distant sea, offers an almost magical light.
It is never excessively hot thanks to an altitude which allows the sea breezes to blow, cooling plants and animals and permeating the air with sensations of salt. But is never too cool, either, because to our backs the woods and the hills offer a paternal protection from cold and gusting north winds.
The Val di Cecina (the Cecina river valley), the town of Riparbella to be precise, is the place where Cairossa is cradled: it rises up on a hill halfway between the ancient city of Volterra and Pisa.