Savonte—pronounced suh-VAHN-tay (/səˈvɑn.teɪ/)—is a modern coinage that feels as though it wandered out of a small Italian trattoria with jazz in its step and wisdom in its pockets. Linguists trace its first syllable to the French word “savant,” meaning “learned,” while its last notes echo the Italian “monte,” or mountain, so the name paints a lively fresco of “wise heights.” In the United States he has appeared only here and there—never more than ten newborns in a year—making him a rare vintage on the baby-name shelf, like a limited-edition bottle of Barolo quietly aging to perfection. Parents who choose Savonte often imagine a boy who thinks deeply yet laughs easily, a young maestro equally at home sketching big ideas on a chalkboard or dribbling a basketball across a sun-drenched piazza. The name’s cadence is musical, its mood is warm, and its promise—much like a stroll through Florence at golden hour—is that life will be tasted, studied, and savored in equal measure.