Wined and Windblown
Had been meaning to stop, for years, and finally I did a few weeks ago. Feeling like a guest at a resort, or at an elevated Aspen cabin; cozy and convivial, inviting and rich in story and passion for the grounds, for what’s poured. I knew it’d be great but just not as intense as I experienced in such greatness. Joseph Phelps is a beacon of not only quality but as well its own distinguished and directed language in the wine it bottles. 
Prominence and promise, passion, and an extended communication and connectedness with everyone they have over— And that’s how you feel, that’s how I felt, as if over at someone’s delightful dwelling, focused on wine and the grounds, the Napa Valley and the history of what’s been catalyzed by the Joseph Phelps story. I could have sworn I wasn’t a local, but here for a…
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