The solstice! Shortest day of the year, when the old year died and our distant ancestors begged the sun to rise again the next morning--living in mortal fear that it would not.
In honor of this most evocative of winter days, we hope you'll join us as we explore some of our throwbacks, our relics, our collection of wine- and beermaking antiquities. An Armenian red from a plot of land next door to the oldest vineyard in the world; a deep, herbaceous gruit, a callback to the days before hops; a central Italian red aged in the style of Roman wine; and any other oddballs or curiosities we unearth from our collection. We plan to have some fun, and we hope you will too.