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Oregon Gamay Noir

This is a story about a walk in the woods, an encounter with a mushroom, and what it taught me about my purpose as a winemaker. In our...

But plough not an unknown plain: First you must learn the winds and changeable ways of its weather.

That’s the idea. This living word. This word of mouth. This living history. And I feel like what I’m getting to do here is apply that concep

When I first began The Color Collector, I could not have imagined that it would involve moving into an off-grid tiny house on a remote piece

I have been thinking a lot about trust when it comes to winemaking. Even in light of everything we've learned since 1857 when Louis...

Sometimes, when you stand on life's high dive long enough, something comes along that pushes you right into the deep end. No matter the...

Before Oregon and winemaking school, I retailed fine wine at a small shop in Jackson, WY. Here was born the dream that emboldened me to...

These precious last days of summer - so often filled with decadently final swimming hole plunges - have this year been shrouded in a...

I arrived to pour at this incredible event with a bundle of lilacs and a heart full of enthusiasm. I left with gratitude and respect for...

I can't explain why it has taken me so long to put words on paper about my trip to Beaujolais. Even worse, why I can't move on to write...