I had the opportunity today to get my glass and my thief and my spit cup and go into the cellar to taste through barrels.
We call it barrel surfing and believe that it should be an Olympic sport (it’s that much fun!). Taste a barrel, make notes, sanitize the thief…taste another one. Lovely rhythm. The cellar is my church; the cellar is my home.
In the Middle of the Night, Thinking of Wine
I was awoken in the middle of the night last night by a vision of the life I live — one that is beholden to the fates of Nature