Letter 12012: While I was dining with the lord of the realm [the king] at a formal banquet and the delicacies of various provinces...

CassiodorusAnastasius, Chancellor of Lucania and Bruttium|c. 522 AD|Cassiodorus
imperial politicsmonasticism
From: Senator [Cassiodorus], Praetorian Prefect
To: Anastasius, Chancellor of Lucania and Bruttium
Date: ~533-537 AD
Context: A delightful letter ordering cheese and wine from Cassiodorus's home region — containing what may be the most detailed ancient description of Italian cheesemaking and a connoisseur's tasting note on southern Italian wine.

While I was dining with the lord of the realm [the king] at a formal banquet and the delicacies of various provinces were being praised, the conversation turned — as it tends to — to the wines of Bruttium and the sweetness of Silan cheese [from the Sila plateau in Calabria]. This cheese is produced there with such natural perfection, thanks to the quality of the grasses, that you would think it contained a taste of honey, though no honey is visibly mixed in. Milk flows there, gently drawn from the spongy teats, and as if collected into secondary stomachs by nature's abundance, it does not drip in drops but pours forth in sudden torrents. The sweet and varied fragrance of the grasses wafts from it — you can detect the animals' pasture through your nose, and its diverse aromatic power is perceived as something like incense.

Such richness accompanies it that you would think olive oil was flowing alongside it, except that it is distinguished from that green-tinged liquid by its snowy whiteness. Then, when this marvelous abundance is received in wide vats by the overjoyed herdsman, and with the addition of rennet begins to harden into a firm tenderness, it is shaped into the most beautiful round form. Gathered for a time in underground cellars, it takes on the lasting substance of aged cheese. Ship this to me as quickly as possible, loaded aboard vessels, so that I may appear to have satisfied the royal desires with a modest gift.

Also seek out the wine which antiquity, wishing to praise it, named Palmatian [a celebrated Bruttian wine]. Find it strong, rough, but pleasing in its sweetness. For though it may seem the least distinguished among Bruttian wines, general opinion has made it virtually preeminent. In that region one finds wine equal to Gazetum [from Gaza], similar to Sabine wine, and distinguished by its remarkable bouquet.

But since that famous wine has already claimed the noblest reputation for itself, let this one too be sought out — equally fine in its own kind — lest the wisdom of our ancestors appear to have given it an undeserved name. For it is softly thick with a pleasant richness, supremely firm in its lasting power, forceful on the nose, and bright in its clarity. When you taste it, it gives off such a fragrance that it seems rightly named from palma [the palm of victory, i.e., the best].

It strengthens weakened stomachs, dries moist wounds, restores a weary chest — and what an artificially compounded potion can barely accomplish, this wine provides naturally without any adulteration. Make sure to send the above-mentioned products once they have been properly sourced, for I cannot be fooled — I know these things from personal, hometown experience. For the moment, I have supplied what was desired from my own cellars. But you proceed at your own risk if you send anything inferior, when you know I already have standards by which to judge.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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