As most of my readers know, Seraphic Secret does not drink. Not wine, nor any type of liquor.
That’s because alcohol, even the smallest amount, is a sure-fire trigger for a migraine.
So, you ask, why is Seraphic Secret reviewing a book dedicated to wine? Well, it’s simple, the author of this elegant and fascinating volume, an odyssey though the wine culture of Georgia (the republic, not the American state) is my first cousin with whom I grew up in Brooklyn. I love and admire my cousin Alice.
Besides, Alice’s book is not just about wine. Like any good movie or novel, there is plot and then there is the all important subtext. Alice writes about wine—natural wine, and the people who cultivate, produce and consume it—but what she’s really writing about is the importance of family and tradition.