It was December of 1992. I was 13 years old. My parents drove my sister and I from Bay St. Louis to California for the first time during Christmas vacation. My mom was obsessed with Tab, Barclay cigarettes and Sebastiani wine. She just had to visit the winery.
As we entered the winery, I remember being unsure if we should be there at our age but the staff was incredibly welcoming and even encouraging.
The smells of grape juice aging in oak barrels overwhelmed and excited me in a way I had never experienced before. I quickly started taking pictures, I was mesmerized.
My Grandmother was first generation Sicilian, so we had always been encouraged to taste wine at the dinner table from a very young age but this was the beginning of a lifelong romance. I feel incredibly blessed to have had parents and grandparents who encouraged my palate. It makes me smile.