Born within the impenetrable compounds where obscure vinnaturist secret societies have their quasi-mystical rendezvous, the mantra “vinocinghialo” - which can be translated as “wild boar wine” - has slowly but surely trickled down into the general vinnaturist consciousness. Well, at least in some parts of Italy. But what is vinocinghialo? Is it a state of mind? A bizarre weltanschaung? All...