Our prayers are answered! A postcard from Austria. We’ve met some thirsty monks in a place that gets harder to say the more you drink. Stift Klosterneuburg. Stift Klosterneuburg. Stift Klosterneuburg. Well, that’s enough practice. Now it’s down into the cellar for more tasting. And what a fascinating place.
Since the year 1114, these blushing monks have been stomping grapes. On our journeys to vineyards around the world, we’ve been lucky enough to discover the products of their patience. One red. One white. Two wines of the truest greatness and the steepest tradition. Amen.
Chris
