Pt. IV “Diana pulled out a small bottle, a dessert wine. It was amber and smelled of cloves and honey and celery. Odd creature, but quite ...

Pt. III “So, my journey took me to the field and through the vines right in front of the grapes. And there they were, everyone a story, al...

Pt. II “What this person is asking, is what are we doing here? Have we come to help?” my friend translated. We were tired, we were thirst...

I found this wine in a care package, the person who provided it was very excited for me to taste this wine. And seeing as I respect this pe...

Pt. I...in loving memory of Al Pasquino I was living in Florence for a brief time. And at the macrobiotic mensa a friend had made mentio...

...from the archives W ith one of my long standing friends, I was having one of those conversations. No filters. Carne cruda. Maybe it’s...

O ne of the most compelling things I heard this week, were those twelve words, strung together, to make me take a break from the constant ...

P inot Grigio is like this well-worn football that keeps getting kicked and keeps staying in the game, wanting to play. Wine trekkies have...

...no longer selling water by the river I am one who has recently been emancipated from the fatal attraction of the wine business, but ...

O h, how we’ve aggrandized wine to a beatific eminence. It is the alpha, the omega. It is sexy. It is alluring. It is dangerous. And it’s ...

Originally posted December 28, 2008 W hen I was thirteen I thought I was going to grow up to be a photographer. I spent endless hours in t...

F or an Italian wine lover, or for anyone, the idea of having something like the best day ever in this life is a ponderous matter. Not hea...

L ife, after years of work and a "career," is an unknown until you get there. Just like life after school, or life after an even...

I n these moments, social media sites are ablaze with folks making their yearly pilgrimages to wine fairs. A few weeks ago, it was to Germ...

Image courtesy of Cantina Produttori Nebbiolo Di Carema I magine families, perched precariously on the side of a mountain, working the l...