Journal
Stories and reflections on wine, the people who make it, the places we gather, and the ideas that connect them. A journal of curiosity, discovery and the pleasures of the table.
Asked to describe a beautiful wine at lunch, I said it tasted of friendship
At a long lunch in the hills outside Rome, a guest asked me to describe the wine our host had kept for years. I said it tasted of friendship. He called it nonsense.