We are in full Christmas swing over at my house. The tree is trimmed, the halls are decked, I’ve had about three gallons of seasonal lattes, Santa has been apprised of all must-haves … Read More »
My old grandfather made and enjoyed wine for eighty years. He told me the soils in which the vines lived were a layer cake. He said the wine if properly made, was like a delcious cake layered with fruit, mocha and chocolate, hints of spice and rich, always rich. “Never pass up a good layer cake,” he would say.