Uncorked: My Journey Through the Crazy World of Wine
Marco Pasanella
Language: English
Pages: 224
ISBN: 0307719847
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Marco Pasanella's behind-the-scenes memoir through the world of wine will captivate wine lovers with its story of one man who decided, at age 43, to change his life by opening a wine shop.
As Kitchen Confidential and Waiter Rant explored the front and back of the house at restaurants, Uncorked offers a peek behind the curtain of the wine world.
Pasanella takes the reader into the underbelly of his store and the industry, which is steeped in history yet fanatical about technology and brimming with larger-than-life personalities.
Infused with rich details of his historic waterfront building in New York City and his sojourns to Tuscany, Pasanella's memoir is one of transformation through a project many fantasize about but few commit to. A colorful cast of characters rounds out this fascinating journey through the world of wine.
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More the answer? I wanted a change but was not going to shave my head and move to Tibet. Instead, in the year I turned forty, I finally got married and bought a house. But I was still restless. I’ve never really had a career track as much as a career web, albeit always rooted in design. I’ve made furniture, licensed housewares, designed apartments, and written about architecture, though I never really felt as if I had left any of those jobs behind forever. In Italy, where I spent summers and.
Bottles for a total of $1.1 billion in sales. Equally surprising is what it sells. Costco moves more Dom Pérignon (125,000 bottles in 2006) than any other store chain in the country. The bargain giant is also the nation’s biggest seller of classified-growth French wines, including prestigious names such as Chateau Margaux and Chateau Mouton Rothschild. Last time I looked, you could even pick up a twelve-bottle collection of Chateau d’Yquem, the vaunted French Sauternes, for $5,000. Costco’s.
Delicate fish pasta. “Now, that’s something I’d like you to know how to make at home!” she exclaimed. As we entered Cannizzaro, the phone was ringing; it was a physician at the Versilia hospital. “You should come now,” he advised, and then hung up. We saw my father and Lisetta lying side by side on gurneys. They were holding hands. My dad had fallen asleep while driving on the way home and had plowed into a car dealership. The car was totaled, and he never drove again. Thank God, they were.
Stick. “Do you think we need to check the air-conditioner filters?” I too was having difficulty managing the transition from crisis to calm. I missed the adrenaline rush of a start-up, the back-breaking, soul-stretching process of making something from the ground up. I yearned for the thrill of schussing down an Alpine pass—on a bike. For me, 2010 became a year in which I had to learn to embrace tranquillity. At the same time, while I chafed at the predictable rhythm of morning deliveries and.
Labeled, and set aside. It’s been a long journey from vine to table. The trip could have started on some rocky crag along Germany’s Mosel River or in a verdant valley in New Zealand’s Central Otago. A vineyard could have looked out over a grand seaside vista or have been nestled in a secluded glade. Once ripe, those grapes may have been plucked off by a calloused thumb or scooped up by a big machine. They could have been trampled by plump feet or thrown down a chute. Fermentation could have taken.