Sophia. Cantina Giardino The evening is damp, I walk and while I shrug, not to feel cold and I drag myself back home: I think of him; I think the wine. I think of the bottle that I would like to see served, I think of that magnificent wine I dream of drinking for so […]
The Bottle’s Grimoire
The Bottle’s Grimoire The Bottle’s Grimoire When I started to get interested about the wine world I was under eighteen, and like many, I matured my beliefs as a reflex to those I felt expressed by my father and the other people I trusted. The ideas to become your must mature as grapes: everyone needs […]
