It's 2,884 miles from Brooklyn to Napa, but it might as well be another planet. Orderly rows of apartment buildings flanked by parked cars have been replaced by neat rows of grape vines bordered by olive trees.
Thirty five years ago I used to park my car at work adjacent to a wine shop that had a free tasting every Friday evening. Knowing nothing at all about wine, I began attending these events before heading home, and was soon hooked. This vineyard is the culmination of the pursuit of a passion which has only gotten stronger as the years have gone by. I hope you enjoy drinking our wine half as much as we have enjoyed producing it.