Three Hassidim, A Bottle of Wine, And The Olive Crop

“Please, come in,” I said. Two Hassidim in long black coats and round, black felt hats walked in and sat down, looking shy. Behind them came Tuvya, a wine crony of mine from the grape purchase co-op, in a white shirt showing some purple splashes. He had a big, pleased grin on his face.
He said, [...]

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Really Local Wine

I’m pleased to see that wine is now being made in Downtown, USA. This article from the NY Times online reports the appearance of local wines made in big cities, just a bus ride away from the consumer.
Readers of this blog know that I make my own wine at home. I buy the grapes in [...]

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Gat

I had meant to post about things needing lots of photos, but there seems to be a problem with uploading media tonight. Meantime, I offer this poem. A word of explanation: gat means an ancient winepress.
Highway 6 slid away under our wheels and
Night dropped down.
We drove on to Beit Shemesh;
Ahead a storm gathered.
Fat drops [...]

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