
The Lie of the House Wine (And Why Good Wine Can’t Be Rushed)
In Europe, house wine means local, honest, and soulful. In the U.S., it often means engineered. This is a story about real wine and why we refuse to rush it.

In Europe, house wine means local, honest, and soulful. In the U.S., it often means engineered. This is a story about real wine and why we refuse to rush it.
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[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] Someone recently described our wine club members as “people with brains.” I took it as a compliment—but more importantly, as reassurance. Reassurance that…
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[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] Hello Explorers, I remember the first time Will and I tasted Finca El Monte in 2023. We were visiting Matías Etchart at his…