In 2005, I was in the wine cellar with a friend, tinkering around with some new wine that we sourced from these rugged, volcanic vineyards in the Red Hills of Lake County, California, an up and coming region we think you’ll soon hear more about. We were reminiscing about our fathers, and it reminded me of how my Dad used to tinker around the garage, rebuilding old stock cars with his friends. That rich, approachable wine that we tried back then defines the style and quality that we try to replicate in each vintage. Wines that are bold and expressive, but unassuming and approachable. Funny how it reminds me of someone. My Dad’s name was Joseph, as is mine, but his friends just called him Josh.