The wines of my earliest memories were the ones my family made. My father would store cases of Mirassou wines under the first tract house we lived in in San Jose to keep them cool, and it was in one of these empty case boxes that my cat, Snowball, would have her kittens. This was when I was 11, and I vividly remember still, crawling on my belly 6 or 7 times to that bloody, mewling box to bring them all out to the light.
The Power of the Wines You Were Brought Up With
The Power of the Wines You Were Brought Up…
The Power of the Wines You Were Brought Up With
The wines of my earliest memories were the ones my family made. My father would store cases of Mirassou wines under the first tract house we lived in in San Jose to keep them cool, and it was in one of these empty case boxes that my cat, Snowball, would have her kittens. This was when I was 11, and I vividly remember still, crawling on my belly 6 or 7 times to that bloody, mewling box to bring them all out to the light.