Zinfully zesty and zatisfying it zaps your tongue with zany zeal.  One, two, three glasses and you're zonked out.

Zinfandel to me is the grandfather of grapes: well established, reliable and at times, unpredictable, it seems as old as earth and from there it draws its flavors.  Aromas of spices, minerals, woods, and deep dark berries are the striking characteristics of most Zins.  Although with this elusive little fruit, often times you never know what you're going to get.  Sometimes thought of as a master of disguise, a Zinfandel can often produce flavors similar to those found in Cabernets, Sirahs and even Tempranillos.

The 2007 Teresina Zinfandel is feisty.  Subtlety?  Puhleeasse…this Zin stands up to the test of the taste buds.  The tang of raspberry, the tinge of tannins…the smooth finish that lingers long enough for you to lick your lips and tilt your glass for another taste.

The Teresina Zinfandel should be put to the food-pairing test.  Sample sinfully dark chocolates, savor the salty bites of Italian sausage and muse over a meal of mussels and marinara.

For vintage numero uno, the Teresina Zinfandel is zazzy.  Don't believe me?  Zee for yourself.

In our family wine is the seed that gives rise to hearty laughter, engaging discussions, elaborate stories and heated political banter.  This seed was first planted generations ago on the lush, curving hillsides of old Calabria in Italy.  It bloomed into multi-hued shades of grapevines that dotted the ancient landscape and produced the deep purple, hanging clusters of rich berries that eventually would be lovingly fermented into carafes of handcrafted wines.  Glasses of vino would accompany meals of homemade pasta, rich sauces, aged cheeses and plates of fresh seafood.  Card games were played and cigars were smoked on small cluttered tables, where players would debate, cheat and argue for hours, voices rising and falling as glasses were refilled and cards were counted.

The tradition has traveled.  Across land and sea.  Through homes.  And families.  And generations.  Kitchens are still filled with aromas of freshly cooked Italian dinners.  Tables are crowded, lively and full of conversation.  Tricksters still fill the seats at card games and everyone still voices their opinions…loudly.   Plates are filled.  The wine glasses are gleaming, spilling over with the rich deep colors of matured and fermented grapeseed. The California countryside is miles away from the hills of Calabria, but Teresina wines are brimming with the traditions of old. 

Dalla nostra familia a la vostra.  Buon appetito.