Liquore Frack Amaro Serale Mignon

The distance from Madame Milù drove me crazy. I spent many evenings at La Scala in Milan before returning to Calabria. I didn't know if my friends still wanted to see me since I had been gone for two months. Too long to make any excuses... But I was in love... Every night a man sat at the dark end of the counter. It wasn't long before we became friends... We talked for hours and he fascinated me with his emblematic, parable-like stories between love and art and between eros and theater. It was like an encyclopedia with a unique and rare flavor... When I returned, I didn't feel as light and carefree as I had thought. It was many months before Roger and Gil gave me the opportunity to talk about my great love, Madame Milù, and above all about this solitary man I had met in Milan. They were immediately fascinated by him. They asked his name but I didn't know it. It was all damn weird. I don't know why but I just called him Frack, a real man... he was anything but fashionable... Frack Amaro Serale no alla Moda. It