What is a pineapple plant doing at the Reggia di Caserta?
I’ve been there many times, but I hadn't yet appreciated the charm of the 18th-century greenhouses, which is where I actually bought my very first little pineapple plants. Strange but true.
Located in the English Garden, the Serre Graefer (Grafer Greenhouses) have been brought back to life in recent years thanks to a public-private partnership, restoring what used to be Europe’s most famous botanical laboratory.
Cultivating exotic species to decorate the royal estates or to sell to the public—thanks to a catalogue published by the court administration, was a royal whim that certainly got people talking.
Considering the extreme rarity and the prohibitive costs of importing and growing plants like the pineapple back then, it’s not hard to imagine they were shown off and bought as a symbol of hospitality and opulence.
I found this out while having a nose around one of the Grafer shops, thanks to a chat with the owner. And there I was, thinking pineapple was just good for cellulite, I had to think again.
Instead of the usual postcards and books, alongside the camellias and other species grown right here in these greenhouses, you can pick up your very own pineapple plant as a souvenir for just twenty euros.
You can find the Graefer shops near the English Garden and along the path leading from the Fountain of Diana and Actaeon up to the Royal Apartments.
Among the beautifully displayed little artisan curiosities, you’ll also find San Leucio silks, a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Today it’s a museum space, but the link between this production site and France dates back to the 18th century, when King Ferdinand IV of Bourbon established the famous silk factory.
Can you imagine? Nobles once requested precious silks from Caserta to upholster the walls of their palaces. I honestly haven’t figured out who makes them today, seeing as the main site is closed, but you can ask for more info and take home runners, placemats, and cushions.
But let’s get back to our pineapples.
Ever since it was pointed out to me, as I wandered through the historic apartments, I started spotting this exotic fruit everywhere: in the maioliche, as well as in the porcelain and the lamps of the noble halls inside the Reggia.
It’s incredible what a single detail can do, along with the tale of someone willing to share a new story.