In Vino Veritas

A few years ago I went to a restaurant called Dans le Noir?. This was a unique experience for so many reasons. The restaurant was in Paris on a little alley called Quincampoix not 50 yards from the Musée National d’Art Moderne. The premise was that the entire…

  There I was. In the dark. In my bed. I awoke with a shudder. There is something in the room with me. Fear grips me. I can sense it close. I can even hear its heart beat. Thump thump thump. I dare not move. Straining my eyes as if I will suddenly be able to see with but a hint of light. Thump thump thump. How close must it be that I can hear its heart…

I find it odd that entirely by coincidence I am posting a blog about aging wine on my birthday... Every year for many years I journeyed to a far away land called Santa Barbara County and in this land was a little village called Solvang (a small Dutch community.) Staying with friends at one of the cottages in the Chimney Sweep Inn, I would walk down the quaint cobbled street…