It's starting. At least a couple months of delirious and delightful déjà vu. Folks entering the store with an audible sigh of relief, the A/C washing over like a cold shower, everyone asking for dry rosé, crisp whites, and chillable reds. And yes, we have all of those. Loads. This time of year always brings a warm feeling for me, knowing that summer is arriving - my schoolboy heart still marks the calendar in semesters and quarters and I occasionally even slip up and call this season summer break. Being a teacher for a decade didn't help break this habit.

As a kid, summers meant pool days and weekend parties at the Gleasons, and frequent terrorizing of mom and the neighbors. On Saturdays we'd be torn from our morning cartoons and have weekend chores to get through before the endless party could begin. I remember one summer Dad gave me the nod. I was 10 or 11 and was ready for greater responsibility. So long vacuum! Adios, leaf raking! I have a date with a lawnmower. It was thrilling at that age to be in charge of something that (by a large stretch of my morbid imagination, of course) could indeed kill me. Dad showed me how to work it and I went to work. I had made several passes when I noticed there was a peculiar lever down on the side that when stomped on lowered the mower significantly. What? Did Dad even know about this?? First day on the job and I thought I was smarter than the boss. Poor old guy. He does this every couple weeks? Geez! So I thought I'd show him how the pros do it. I dropped it into the lowest position and proceeded to turn our lawn into a putting green. I was so proud. 

Turns out dad knows a thing or two about mowers. And how grass grows. The next day was in the high 90's, as was the rest of the week. I killed the lawn. It was so dried and sun blasted it looked like hay. Short hay. The boss took me off that detail permanently. Oh, hi again, vacuum. I didn't mean what I said... 


It's looking like a sunny Father's Day weekend ahead. We're pouring Pinot Noir and Rosé Flights and will have the shop and tasting bar chilled down for a relaxing weekend as always. Dry rosé, crisp whites, chillable reds galore. Tell your friends. Tell your dad. Tell your friends' dads. Happy Day to all of you out there, all you fathers and father figures. Put on some George Michael and enjoy yourselves. And if you need any last minute bottles shipped to yours - give us a call today and we'll make that happen! We can ship bottles overnight to California residents- including our monthly wine club (just $42)!  


TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights! Italian Whites & German Reds. A stellar lineup up of crisp, dry whites and fresh, vibrant reds. Flights $15 from 4-8pm

SATURDAY: Pinot Noir Flights! Pinot from around the globe... 2016 Prisma (Chile), 2016 Anthill Farms Sonoma Coast (CA), 2014 Montebruno Mantazi Vineyard (Oregon). Flights $15 from 2-6pm.

SUNDAY: ROSÉ! Dry and delightful rosés from Germany, California, and France. Yes, all dry. And all crazy delicious. Flights from 2-6pm!

See you all soon,

Daniel