O f the epiphanies I had at Vinitaly this year, one of them was over Prosecco. Watching the Prosecco phenomenon over the last 25 years ha...

F or my first time in 34 years, Vinitaly was an exploration of a different kind. While, previously, I have attended as a tradesperson, now...

F or years, the Italian winemaker has sought to please the global wine lover with a spectrum of flavors, from the rustic and feral to the ...

W e’re only a week into this next chapter, and I’m bushed. And I’m also relieved and excited, like I just crossed over on a tightrope, wit...

Eo Romam iterum crucifigi H ow easy it is, these days, to give in to the dark and destructive tendencies which seem to be roiling the bi...

From the Navel-gazing Observatory on the Italian wine trail R ecently, I peered into the petite armoire of a colleague in wine who pass...

A story inspired by real-life events... W hat would you do if, all of a sudden, you couldn’t drink wine? If the forces of destiny didn’t a...

from the archives ... T hree weeks on the road, driving across Texas - Dallas to Houston to San Antonio to Austin to Dallas - there has ...

I n a lifetime quest to uncover every inch of Italy, what I have been looking for lately has been a return to something I found very early...

“A s wine ages, sometimes it goes into this period, let’s call it a hiccup, in which it is not this robust, vibrant, hunk of a wine.” - ...

…my very own walk in the clouds T his week, many of the great palates (tongue and minds) of wine descended from their perches to land in...

Bucita, Calabria - 1977 - A Member of the Family W hen, in the course of talking about Italy and Italian wine with those around me, in th...

W hat has happened to Prosecco in America? Has it become but a mere commodity, aimed for a populist demographic, with the lowest price now...

An influencer behind the influencers T he story I am about to tell you doesn’t have anything to do with words or language. Which is odd,...

High on a hill, it calls to me What is it about a place that marks one’s soul? When a place seems more than recognizable the first time ...