When we arrived in Beaune there was a frozen quality to the sunlight. It was almost evening and the light...
I love to travel. Especially in the world of wine, how else do you ever get a sense of...
(continued from All Roads Lead to Burgundy…) The weather had gone from muted- grey daylight struggling to break through the stubborn Piemonte sky,...
Burgundy. Borgogne. Borgogna. No matter which language, for me it’s a heavy word. In all my time involved with wine...
This wine is a Love Story. That’s the first thing Camillo Favaro told me about his Syrah. A curious wine...
I found this bottle on Cotogna’s wine list, in San Francisco. Bravo! There are wines that we defines, and wines that define us. For...