The Nebbiolo Tasting Tour

Plus a Piedmont-themed dinner to carry us through the bottles

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.

— Robert Frost, October

Our autumn journey with nebbiolo continues, and a couple weekends ago we had a Piedmont-themed party to help Alexandra and me make our way through seve…