It was a dark and stormy night, the clouds tossing out more rain than they had all year. Several days prior, amidst sun and the end of the harvest, word came down that three barrels of premium grape juice were sitting in a house where a New Zealander had been staying and working on some garage wine. Off we went with a ragtag band of young winemakers. Upon arrival, they […]
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