…and the Grappa smelled with a fatal flower fragrance.
Grazia Deledda
The air, raw with fog, is sipped
like Grappa, everything exudes a flavor.
Cesare Pavese
Grapes of adamantine clarity,
all spirit dry
with the hurried grace
of genuine fragrant pomace.
Riccardo Bacchelli
Grappa is like the mule [...] you can lean on her if you're tired, use her as a shield if they shoot, sleep under her if there's too much sun; you can talk to her and she answers you; cry and be comforted; and if you've really decided to die, she smiles at you.
Anonymous Alpine Captain