In 2007, I rolled into Napa, a UC Davis grad who had dabbled for a few post-university years in the Seattle sommelier scene, and still fresh faced and earnest in my mid-twenties. My goal was full immersion into harvest life: to roll out of bed, bleary-eyed, before sunrise, my hands…
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