Napa Wine Tasting
by Alicia Bien “I want wine for lunch,” my brother announced. “But we’ve only just finished breakfast,” I said following him through the maze of...
by Alicia Bien “I want wine for lunch,” my brother announced. “But we’ve only just finished breakfast,” I said following him through the maze of...
The man with the empty Chardonnay glass looked confused. We were milling about before “The Art of the Oyster” seminar during SAVOR the Central Coast...
by Alicia Bien “I got so lost—” I stammered, clutching my bottle. “Not to worry,” Isabella said smiling in the open doorway. “We’ve only just...
by Wes Hagen, Clos Pepe Vineyards When asked to pen an article about Jerry Garcia and wine, I will admit that I wasn’t immediately hooked...
by Frank Dice I wish I could say my journey to the vines began in Burgundy or the southern Rhône; an ecstatic stolen sip of...
by Alicia Bien “Darling, you’re number 11!” Meredith said, kissing my cheek, grabbing my wine bottle and pulling me into her kitchen where ten ladies...