So, back around 221 BC there was this emperor named Shih Huang Ti who said, “We’re going to build a really great wall.”
The grape harvest is underway in Sonoma and Napa valleys.
Huh? Where? Why is there nobody in the vineyards?
The mustard between the vines in the Sonoma Valley sure is pretty.
Eyes half-closed, her arm resting on the table, you could tell she is savoring the tiny goblet of Framboisette oblivious to the conductor frantically ringing a bell to warn her of the departing train. This poster by Francisco Tamagno is just one of several Belle Epoque posters depicting the art of promotion and the seductive qualities of drink at Silverado Vineyards in California’s Napa Valley.
A thing about wine tasting: you can only do so much of it. You won’t find me trailing up and down some viney valley imbibing at one winery after another. After the first stop I feel the urge to do a face plant on the lawn.
Wineries have to offer more than tastings to hold their audiences these days and few do it better than showbiz master Francis Ford Coppola.
I spent a couple of hours at the Francis Ford Coppola Winery without sipping a drop. But there were other things to do.