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Winter begins one of the most visually stunning times of the year in wine country. As the weather continues to play games with us — sometimes pouring, sometimes a sunny 70+ degrees — without doubt, the Spanish Mustard masterfully brushes the vineyards with a brilliant coat of yellow. Though called "Mustard"it’s not the same mustard enjoyed on your hotdog (sorry).

Legend has it . . . Early California was only a wilderness, with great quantities of trees, beautiful plains, all kinds of wild animals and birds, and many American Indians occupied the wine country (it is widely believed, though not confirmed, the names Napa and Sonoma derived from American Indian tribal sayings).

In the 1700’s, Father Juinpero Serra had come from Spain to Mexico seeking to spread his religion. Hearing about this beautiful, vast country to the north, he decided to travel there and explore. With a few faithful followers and American Indian guides, he traveled through what is now the great state of California. Read the rest of this entry »

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Yes, its that time of the year where wine, food, wine, friends, wine and family all come together and celebrate good times past, new beginnings and the eager anticipation of the future. It is considered one of the most joyful times of the year; that is, if you’re not giving the Toast of course.

We’ve all been there. Either at a corporate holiday party, the family table or out with friends. There comes a time in all of our lives, some more than others, where we are required to become Winston Churchill for a moment and inspire the huddled masses.

You know it’s coming but not sure when, kind of like a tornado, so you envision how this one will go. You find a moment to break off from the person your chatting with, find our glass (preferably, with wine in it), stand tall, get others to stop chatting with a slight tap of a knife on the glass, have all attention spans held for a moment, hold your head up regally high to then deliver words of inspiration, compassion and kindness. Once the words, which would make Bill Clinton jealous, emanate like velvet off your tongue, your raise your glass, cheers, take a confident sip and sit back down to congratulations, and you notice the subtle tears and glances around the table of, “Wow, that was an excellent toast. Women want him and men want to be him.” You did it, just as you thought it would go.

Though our intensions are pure and our hopes high, how quickly they often dash. Most of the toasts go something like this. Read the rest of this entry »

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