As I take a sip of a Merlot from Friuli, I'm expecting to dislike it. Kind of like going on a first date and telling your friend to call an hour in, because you think it'll be awful. It's not fair, to the date or the wine. But as I let the Merlot from I Clivi cover my tongue, … [Read more...] about Treating Immigrant Grapes and Family Unfairly at the RASPIPAV Private Import Salon in Montreal