Summoning our courage, my husband and I knocked on the unmarked door of the Convento di San Francesco, a 13th-century monastery in the Tuscan hill town of San Miniato.

ANYONE WHO LOVES a well-made cocktail knows better than to order anything more complicated than a vodka and soda in an open-bar situation. But as wedding season kicks into high gear, there’s a classic I’ll ask for if I spy the right bottles among the Jack Daniels and Amstel Lights: a Negroni.

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