Wine Stories
Tales, anecdotes and personal stories connected to wine.
Carefree Days, Wine and Friendship - Contest #StorieDiVino
Many years have passed, roughly I'd say at least 10, yet it feels like yesterday. I deeply miss that carefree state of mind of an eighteen-year-old and that way of living with more joy. What comforts me is having kept certain friendships!...
FALERNO: THE WINE OF ROMAN VICTORIES - Contest #StorieDiVino
I was told that FALERNO DEL MASSICO was the wine of the ROMANS' victories. I don't know how true it is, but the story always makes a great impression! I always used it to impress whoever I was talking to, but that evening I would need it particularly...
Love Today - Contest #StoriediVino
"Oh come on silly, you have wine in your veins". It's true, I have wine in my veins, a lot of wine, very red, very rustic. I sipped it to give myself courage, to give myself composure in that charming restaurant. Aglianico del Taburno: dry and ruby red. Because I need a great deal of courage...
Wine, Friends and Vesuvius - Contest #StorieDiVino
What could be better than an Easter Monday at the foot of Vesuvius in the company of friends and a good wine? When you're with friends you share many stories, and we had fun telling a few about dear old Vesuvius... On dear Vesuvius...
My Wine Story & my LOVE - Contest #StorieDiVino
"My wine story begins with my first LOVE!!" I was at my cousin's house... we were exchanging phone numbers and having fun!! (I was SINGLE back then)... The next day... I tried to dial the cell phone number and gave it a ring....
The Opportunity That Barolo Gave Me - Contest #StorieDiVino
Hello everyone, I decided to share my story with wine, hoping to win the prize since I now "venerate" it. It is thanks to wine that I am here talking to you today, otherwise I might have been abroad like so many of my colleagues, the so-called "brain drain"...
The night before the harvest - Contest #StorieDiVino
Dedicated to those who love wine and the land that produces it "Dad, will all this be mine one day?" my father looked at me and replied "all this is already yours." Era fine agosto il cielo pomeridiano, tinto di rosso, cedeva il passo alla notte ,il bian...