Una Favola Mozia Quali volti nell’aria? Pirati o mercanti, maghi o scienziati con formule e amuleti scendono sulla riva? Quale incantesimo f...

Time to recharge...folks have been telling me I'm writing too darn much; they need to catch up. Sounds good to me. I have listed some of...

I had been asleep a few hours. The red Blackberry rang. It was our family friend, Bisanzio, in Montalcino. “Can you divert from Verona to co...

All this sprang from a little conversation I was having with my barber. I called up him up, his name is also Alfonso. “Hello, this is Alfons...

California wine sales have slowed. Sales of Argentina wines are not up dramatically. French wines are slumbering. Is this the month Italian ...

My Two Sisters, Nebbiolo & Sangiovese Sunday, September 17, 2006 The waves have pounded the shores this week, they have been felt by our...

You’ve visited Italy a time or two. Perhaps you’ve even lived there for a moment. Long enough to get a sense that something was tugging on y...

M y first time visiting Piedmont was a generation ago. At the time a winemaking revolution was in its infancy. The Italians had discovered s...

Like the sparrow hawk family that returns every year to the trees in my yard, so my soul flies off to Islands in the South. The days lengthe...

Oh where, oh where do we start? Put me down for one Holy Week rant, and let’s get this thing going. It started out in San Francisco. I was...

There are changes in the air: A little morning fog, a bounce in the breeze and the path of the sun in the morning. Spring is near. While my ...

A man and a woman sitting at a table, talking. Obviously some kind of wine dinner. The man has a familiar face. In fact, he has been a major...