Remember my green grapes? That tasted, I promised, like lemons? Because until they turn colour, grapes are little suns made out of citric acid —so, like lemons, right? Well, I picked some. Those […]
Remember my green grapes? That tasted, I promised, like lemons? Because until they turn colour, grapes are little suns made out of citric acid —so, like lemons, right? Well, I picked some. Those […]
Three weeks of scribbling notes, while trying to figure out the ins and outs of growing grapes in pre industrial societies from the Rhone Valley in Switzerland to the Mosel in Germany, […]