One of the funniest memories in all my wine tasting years involves a winery whose name I can’t remember, and a sweet little old lady I can’t forget. She sat behind the tasting bar in a trailer, holding a half-full glass of white wine. In front of her was an array of open bottles. I had bypassed the trailer and gone to the winery at the top of the hill, only to be directed back down the drive. It was October and the winery was a hive of activity with trucks dumping their loads of just-picked grapes into the hopper to start the process of turning fruit into wine. I was happy to be away from the heavy equipment and the turmoil. Sure enough back down the hill was the trailer. I figured the lady for somebody’s grandma who had been removed to this place where she would be safely out from underfoot. How much trouble could she… Read More »