In Bologna, back in 1376, the ancient Salaroli set the rules: mortadella is a sacred bond between mastery and gluttony, where the fat sings. An unmistakable aroma and flavor that speak to us of shops under the porticos, of meats patiently cured in the shadow of the Two Towers. We took an icon and looked at it with new eyes. Mortadella, burrata, and pistachio: a trio dancing on the palate, a meeting of flavors that leaves you speechless.