By Greg Fuller
June 21, 2017
One of the dangerous things about living in wine country is proximity. To, you know, all of that wine. I would think years ago it was more of an agricultural experience – enjoy the vineyard vistas, perhaps till the land yourself, maybe get to know a winemaker or two and occasionally be invited to sample their wares. Very bucolic and low key.
But now, between the tours and tasting rooms and special events – all within a few minutes of my doorstep – I can’t sneeze without getting a snootful.