Every vintage I find myself in love with this fresh cuvée from Luis, who works fine sandy granitic soils in the Ribeiro. All destemmed, animal without the fur, full of... read more →
December 1, 2015
I'm hunting the Leon Trotskys, the Philip Roths, the Chaucers and the Edith Whartons of the wine world. I want them natural and most of all, I want them to speak the truth even if we argue. With this messiah thing going on, I'm trying to swell the ranks of those who crave the differences in each vintage, celebrate nuance and desire wines that make them think, laugh, and feel. Welcome.