Encounters with Beauty and Grace
My taste buds told me I was drinking the scent of wisteria at its peak and peaches faintly past their prime. The wine carried the burden and exuberance that accompanies transitions. The golden liquid with legs’ enchantment resided in what it implied, but never explicitly …
Like the gnarled wines four generations have planted, nurtured and cultivated in the Rheinhessen village of Bechtheim, sisters Janine Brüssel and Jasmin May were bestowed the ingredients to not only thrive, but flourish. You would be hard pressed not to fall in love with these …