The flight had gone smoothly, taking off from Paris on time and landing in Rome under a blazing April sun. The young man adjusted his tie nervously as he waited for his bag on the tarmac. Finally, on the last trolley, it appeared, with a huge dent in the leather-covered siding. He snatched the bag from the porter and flung the latches open, looking inside. Sighing with relief, he saw that the twenty vines he had brought home were all still intact. Quickly snapping the case shut, he hurried out to his waiting Alfa Romeo.