Dear Member, In his book about his travels through France, importer Kermit Lynch describes the old way of winemaking: The taste of the grape told them when to harvest.The taste of the wine told them when to bottle, what sort…
Dear Member, Ascensión was just 20 years old when her father, the General, died. Two decades earlier, in 1810, her family had found itself on the wrong side of the Argentine revolution. The General had been serving as colonial governor…
Dear Member, In January of last year, we wrote of Spain that “nowhere else in Europe do the echoes of the ancient and medieval ages still reverberate so clearly.” In this second Spanish collection, we find ourselves thinking about history…
Dear Member, It was the spring of 2019. The Bonner Private Wine Partnership had just launched its first-ever collection—high-altitude Argentine wines never before available in America. “What about going to Italy next?” suggested our importer, Barry. There was a large…
Dear Member, “Will they hate this?” we wondered in June of 2020. We had just finished sourcing our first-ever American Collection—a group of six small-batch bottles not widely available outside their home states. Like everything we do at the Partnership,…
Dear Member, It’s been almost two years since we launched the Bonner Private Wine Partnership with a single shipping container packed with wines from the foothills of the Andes Mountains. The stars of that first collection were two Malbecs from…
Dear Member, The year was 1811. His vines—so carefully imported from France and Germany—had failed yet again. For all his skill as a collector of wine, Thomas Jefferson was beginning to suspect that his genius did not extend to growing…
Dear Member, In this collection, we invite you to ignore current events and join us on a journey to clear blue waters, red ochre sunsets, and the white stone ruins of a world long gone—but not forgotten. We call this…
Dear Member, As they say in France, “a great wine comes not from the soil, but from the man who made it.” In the French view, it is not enough to carry a label like Lafite or Petrus. It is…
Dear Member, In the north of Spain, rain blown in from the Bay of Biscay collects in the jagged peaks of the Cantabrian Mountains. From there, two rivers issue forth, ambling past crumbling dungeon keeps, small fortified towns, stone churches…
