A secluded valley, high up in the Italian alps.
December's end, in waning moon.
A branchless spruce reaches high from the forest floor.
It was merely a shoot on barren rock, when Stradivari, Guadagnini and Guarneri Del Gesù found here the perfect timber for their violins.
Three centuries later, Andreas Hampel looks up at this tree.
"Yes. This one."