This just in from my winemaking friend Salvo Foti . Salvo is bringing in the last of the harvest from his Etna vineyards and this is a re...

I t seems wine isn’t the only thing that is trying to get out of Italy . Her people are looking outward again. All this while less fortuna...

A fter the seemingly endless exercise of packing on a Sunday night and heading out to the airport on a Monday morning, I found myself at hom...

S ome of the characters I encounter, ones who want to sell their wine to America, have some of the darndest ideas about this market. I ge...

I remember my first time. It was summer. I was in Tuscany. Invited to dinner at the Villa San Michele in Fiesole. I drove my little car u...

And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate, With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of ...

S omeone turned off the summer switch and turned on the autumn one. To celebrate these cooler days and our procession to the holidays, I h...

H ow many times has it happened to you? You’re in some place where you are just backed up against a wall and have nowhere to go but straig...

Imagining the perfect wine I n our everyday world, at the end of a day, many of us go home, change into something more comfortable, look...

The scene is an urban setting somewhere in the Western half of the United States. A wine waiter is working a large party of folks who are ...

M ost of the past week was spent in New Orleans. It’s the closest I can get to Sicily, and the food culture there is somewhat of a recharg...

I f there is one thing in our American’s DNA, it’s our tendency to look forward. We had a brief fling in the 1960’s with being here and no...

T hey told me I’ve been here long enough. Time to make room for new growth. Told me to prepare for my last harvest. It used to be that a...

I t was a late night and looked to be an even earlier morning. Shutting down the evening with a wine dinner, singing Neapolitan songs with...

A woman ventures out from her familiar surroundings with her daughter and her camera. The era is the 1930’s. An unusual act in those days...