My grandfather taught me about wine at an early age. He told me the soil in which the vines lived were like a layer cake and the wine, if properly made, was like my grandmother’s cake with layers of fruit, mocha, chocolate, hints of spice and rich, always rich. “Never pass up a layer cake,” he would say. I always loved those words.

— Jayson Woodbridge, Winemaker and Founder
  • 12/2/16

    Gingerbread Blues

    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 »

  • 4/16/16

    All In a Day’s Work

    The long awaited and highly anticipated approval from California Fish and Game finally has given the green light for commercial and sport fishermen to hit the open waters of the San Francisco Bay … Read More »

  • 11/4/16

    Oh, Barcelona

    What a beautiful city you are, all windy cobblestone streets and leafy boulevards, beachy breezes and Gaudí serpentine. You make me wish I could tan, turn a glowy caramel brown and whisper you … Read More »

  • 11/18/16

    Orthodox Turkey

    In my family, we have an unwavering Thanksgiving menu, with very little to no variation from one year to the next. We are Thanksgiving purists, strict literalists of the Turkey Day canon: turkey, … Read More »