01/05/2026
I’m back on home turf, bedraggled & yet,l wishing, in a sense, that I was still coasting along the Adriatic in search of the next thirst-slaking Verdicchio, all pine & sub-alpine mettle in Metallica; a bit more coastal laxity & Adriatic quench, in Jesi. Both great in good hands. Good hands, as with so many producers visited, from the warm embrace of the Piemonte & Veneto, to Tuscany beforehand. Yet for whatever reason, it is this shot, in Ascoli. The only cold day of a long trip, that somehow sums up the fatigue, bloat, excess, joy, humanity & fatigue of a quest to find good w**e & somehow, I suppose, to reaffirm a life worth living. It is a career chosen. This shot encapsulates complete strangers, cm friends, caught up in the love of w**e! Thanks to all who pathed the way x
