There are many factors influencing its grown.
Personally, I consider it a fascinating and poetic search, first of all for the typical colours and scents of the woods during the white truffle season.
Imagine entering a forest at dawn: the morning cobwebs in the mist, the dewdrops on grass, the autumnal red and yellow leaves…It is worth waking up early and walking for hours just to witness all this beauty.
Now try to combine this amazing picture with the complexity of the discovery and the dog’s action during the search.
The truffle man knows the places where to lead the dog but he doesn’t know the exact point where the truffle hides. I remember my early years of search, my Grandfather Gino used to tell me: “Follow the dog, trust it, it knows where the truffle was born, it knows where to go”.
Over time we discovered new spots, we detected old footprints, we got more experience, we built our own archive (I do it myself: every day I report in my diary the date of the discovery, the place, the plant nearby, the shape and the weight of the truffle; it is a heritage for my son Tommaso, if he will follow my path). Every season the same scene occurs: every evening before going to bed, I read my diary studying the route for the following day, hoping to find again, in that same wood or in that ditch, the precious truffle as the year before.