Being Franc… Being young and clueless with wine as your career was sweet, especially in the roaring ’90s. Read More→
The Guardians of Wilding… We have added two Central Asian Shepherds, Demetrius (Demi) and Nicolai (Nico), to our menagerie. Read More→
The Pinot of Our Fathers It was a mysterious enigma. It could be aloof or sublime, sexy or austere. Read More→
The Little Things… It lurks underground. It can be abused or nurtured but it is mostly ignored. Read More→
The Blackbird in the Vineyard… Le Merle, the blackbird, came to me in a dream last night. It said, “If you get out of my way, I will grow into something beautiful.” Read More→
The Vandals and the Vineyard! The sheriff looked at the totaled tractor with a bit of bemusement. “Those boys must have gone on a wild ride!” he said with a good ole’ boy laugh. Read More→
A Rosé By Any Other Name… It was yummy and exactly what we intended but we couldn’t call it a rosé or a blush for that matter. Read More→
The Underdog Grape… I had never before been in Napa when I crossed the Golden Gate bridge and piloted the “Disco Peugeot” around the bay and into wine country. Read More→