Without fail, every winter I seem to come down with a horrific sinus infection. Slowly I’ve come to terms with this and I’ve grown to accept the inevitable. I’ve heard my mama in years past speak of my great-grandmother’s (we
In the summer, rows of vines heavy with clusters of juicy, red fruit climb the hills around Overmountain Vineyards. The future, however, looks radically different, thanks to a little white grape from France’s foothills and a winemaker’s revolutionary spirit.