“Yes. We have a problem with our name,” said Ezio Trinchero, the animated northern Italian... read more →
Silvio Berlusconi, one of Italy’s most absurd moments, was in power for 9 years. An influence in the media for longer—he brought some anti-feminist, woman on stilts and... read more →
When I said I was headed to Cantina Vallana in the Alta Piemonte—the northeast of the region—I saw the eyebrows arch. Then would come the “Why?” After all,... read more →
As we tried to suss out which apartment was Lorenzo Accomasso’s, I noticed roosters doing a damned good imitation of a Chagall painting perched there on the... read more →
When Byron Bates suggested that we meet at the Soho Grand for wine, I thought he had to be joking, because ever since it opened its doors... read more →
This year I met quite a few who bring truth to the marketing myth “wine is made in the vineyard.” From Burgundy to Vermont, I... read more →
While Diego Sorba was driving towards me from somewhere in the Veneto a bottle I never sipped was on my mind. "Tastes like an Auvergne gamay,” that... read more →
“Meet me in Bolgheri!” urged a long-lost friend. I resisted. I don’t like vacations. But I rationalized that we had a free place to stay. There would... read more →
Why do regions and grapes go missing? Why do hilltop gems like Piglio in southern Lazio, with its indigenous grapes, almost vanish when even the smallest corners... read more →
A dog came running. A button accordion waited for playing. The... read more →