I have long been seduced and beguiled by the wines of Piemonte.  Nebbiolo, Barbera, Erbaluce, Vespolina.  Foreign sounding words that trip off my tongue like rain.  Now I am on my way to discovering what they feel like when uttered on their own soil.  A return of sorts.  A discovery and an adventure.  My first experience of the hollowed hills of Barolo, Barbaresco, Asti, Alba.

So foreign and yet so familiar.  Piemonte, I’m coming home.