You don’t know me…yet. Casa Emma, Part II

It’s like any other day at Vin Italy, there’s too much to do, too many people, and not enough time (and it’s too warm, but I digress). But, as I’m walking by the various stands (each space is referred to as a stand – we’d say booth – and something clicks in my head (not the…

You don’t know me…yet. Casa Emma, Part I

The email said that a friend was selling his entire cellar – health reasons – and the sender, an acquaintance of mine, asked if I might be interested in buying it. I took a look at the attached spreadsheet, absolutely yes, I was interested. I bought that cellar, well, most of it, anyway. Buried within the…