Mouton Rothschild 1999 for my 57th birthday. Thanks for all the wishes and so happy to be back home!

Heartfelt thanks to everyone who reached out yesterday for my birthday! I finally made it home from Italy and had a wonderful day with Tracie and the girls.

And for dinner, we opened a very special bottle: the 1999 Mouton Rothschild, featuring art by Raymond Savignac (1907-2002).

Wow, what an incredible wine! It was fresh and vibrant on the nose and rich with slightly underripe red fruit on the palate. Tannin was very smooth but this wine could have aged many more years, no doubt. Extraordinary.

The bottle had been given to us earlier this year by the husband of a colleague of Tracie’s with whom we have become close.

When Hurricane Beryl made landfall a week ago, Tracie wrapped this beauty up and took her to her parents’ house in Orange, Texas, where they never lost power.

She then carefully kept it cool but not too cold in a cooler where she had to constantly monitor the ice. It was a heroic effort. We had planned to open it for the holidays with family but after it had traveled under stress, we felt like it was a better bet to open it for my birthday. It was my birthday, after all! I’m so glad we did. Paired beautifully with our favorite Texas BBQ. It had been stored impeccably. It would have been a pity for it to be damaged. But it was glorious! Thank you again, from our hearts, Richard and Elaine! A wine we’ll never forget, a memory we will cherish.

Our neighborhood still looks like a war zone, with fences blown out, felled vegetation lining the streets, and main stop light still out of order seven days after the storm. Nearly 260k people without power still.

Coming home to the girls on my birthday after an arduous journey (stuck overnight at Dulles!) was so sweet for me. For all the challenges we face, it feels pretty good to be 57. I’m so proud of the girls and love them and Tracie so much. So much about our life now heals my soul. Too many blessings to count. Poo poo poo!

Thanks again for all the wishes. And G-d bless former president Trump and his family. I’m glad he’s okay. Maybe this terrible episode will help us all to to tone down the rhetoric.

Stay tuned for notes from my trip. Thanks again! It was a very special birthday for me.

Our family is okay, safe and dry. Thanks to everyone who checked in with us. Now time to help the less fortunate.

That’s a shot by @anniemulligans Times photographer who happens to live in our neighborhood. See her feed for more images. Thanks to everyone who has written to make sure we are okay. We are. Our neighborhood was just east to the worst part of the storm. But we were also hit bad. We haven’t had power for two days. I’m in Italy working but Tracie and the girls are safe and just minimal damages at our house/on our street. Now it’s time to help those who were less fortunate. Thanks to everyone who checked in. Thank G-d the girls, Tra, and the dogs are fine. I can’t wait to get back but I wouldn’t be able to fly back today anyway because the airports are closed. I’ll be back soon.

Heading to ancient Rome for research, leading an ancient Roman cuisine dinner in LA on July 31.

When I was 25, if you would have told me that my job would require me to travel to Italy nearly every other month and sometimes even more frequently, I would have told you that it would be a dream come true.

It is a dream come true. But it’s also increasingly hard to be away from Tracie and the girls, especially as the girls are doing more and more competitive music and they will soon become teenagers. And the dogs become more and fretful when they see me pull out my roller board.

I spent a month in Italy in May and June including 11 days the girls and Tracie spent with me. But now it’s time to say goodbye again.

I’m heading to Abruzzo next week where I’ll be leading a stellar group of sommeliers through the wine country. We have some extraordinary visits ahead of us, including one of Abruzzo’s holy grails. Stay tuned.

But first I travel to Irpinia for some visits and then on to Rome where I have some really cool visits lined up as well.

I’m looking forward to Roman wine country because I’ll be leading a guided pairing of wines for Chef Steve Samson’s ancient Rome dinner at Rossoblu on Wednesday, July 31 in Los Angeles.

Here’s the link to register. The menu is very reasonably priced and the wine pairing (including generous pours) is priced aggressively so as to make it accessible to all. It’s a great deal and I have some awesome wines lined up.

I can’t wait to share my Roman adventure with guests that night. And added bonus: Tracie and the girls will be there that night as well (not at the wine dinner but at the restaurant).

Wish me luck and wish me speed. See you on the other side and thanks as always for being here, the support and the solidarity. It means the world to me.

An ancient defense of wine resonates in today’s prohibitionist world. An answer to Eric Asimov’s opinion for the Times.

Across the world of wine, everyone is talking this week about Eric Asimov’s opinion for the Times, “In Defense of Wine.” Even the Italians are parsing his words as if Holy Gospel.

Eric is right to point out wine’s cultural and historical value. And he’s also correct in pointing out that wine, beyond its use as a religious totem, has shed its status as a necessity in contemporary life.

His words evoked those scribed nearly 700 years ago in Italy.

Giovanni Boccaccio, humanist and author of the Decameron, writes in the epilogue of his collection of stories:

    Like all other things in this world, stories, whatever their nature, may be harmful or useful, depending upon the listener. Who will deny that wine… is an excellent thing for those who are hale and hearty, but harmful to people suffering from a fever? Are we to conclude, because it does harm to the feverish, that therefore it is pernicious? Who will deny that fire is exceedingly useful, not to say vital, to men and women? Are we to conclude, because it burns down houses and villages and whole cities, that therefore it is pernicious? And in the same way, weapons defend the liberty of those who desire to live peaceably, and very often they kill people, not because they are evil in themselves, but because of the evil intentions of those who make use of them.

Boccaccio was writing as a pandemic — an ancient one — cast its long, dark shadow over the Western world, the Black Death. It’s no coincidence that he mentions fever in his afterword.

Writing at the outset of the Renaissance, Boccaccio lived at a time when perceptions of wine were shifting radically. His generation represents the first in Italy who embraced wine as a necessity, a commodity, and — perhaps most importantly for us — a source of pleasure and cultural meaning.

We may be returning to the Dark Age of wine. But I believe wine will retain its cultural value. Just like stories and fire, wine’s meaning will be found out by the listener.

Above: “A Tale from the Decameron” by John William Waterhouse. Image via Wikipedia.

How the name of my blog, Do Bianchi, came to me one night long ago in a Venetian tavern.

Thanks to everyone who sent notes of solidarity after last Friday’s post. I felt it was important to share those experiences and I hope more people will stand up and speak out when they hear talk like that. We owe it to the generations that come after us.

Many, many moons ago… The second year I spent at the University of Padua, I supported myself by teaching English and playing music.

One of my standing gigs was a monthly 3-set date at a little restaurant and bar in Venice. It was on the Campo Santa Margherita to be exact: the Isola Misteriosa, the Mysterious Island, a venue and a host of classic Venetian characters now long lost to memory.

More than three decades have passed since I would lug my jumbo guitar from the Santa Lucia station to the campo. We often shared the bill with members of the then mega popular Venetian dialect reggae group Pitura Freska (no shit). Their breakout record was released that same year, 1990 (I was in Veneto for the academic year of 89-90).

In later years, I would make the trek to Venice from wherever I was living in Italy to meet with my mentor, Professor Vittore Branca, one of the great philologists of the 20th century and the world’s foremost expert on Boccaccio at the time.

In my final years working on my doctoral thesis, a weekly trip to the Marciana library, an archive founded by Francis Petrarch and later frequented by humanist Pietro Bembo — both subjects of my dissertation.

In a small reading room just off of St. Mark’s square, incunabula — early printed books — editions of Petrarch’s song book, edited by Bembo, awaited me.

Year’s later, when I was working in commercial publishing in NYC, I needed a pseudonym for one of my columns.

I thereby became “Do Bianchi,” pen name for “Edoardo ‘Do’ Bianchi.” A moniker that evokes a saying you hear often in the city on the lagoon: give me do bianchi please! Two glasses of white wine (do bianchi in Venetian dialect, due bianchi in Italian).

That’s how my blog got its name and that’s me and Tracie enjoying do bianchi in Venice earlier this month!

Anti-Semitism in Europe. Thoughts on recent experiences in the wine trade and beyond.

Above: a synagogue in Venice where the first Jewish ghetto was created. The word ghetto comes from Venetian dialect. Image via Wikipedia.

I’ve been on the fence over whether or not I should share these experiences here. But an article in the Times yesterday, “French Election Becomes ‘Nightmare’ for Nation’s Jews,” made me feel compelled to relate some unsettling encounters with people in the wine trade. The story is centered around a violent anti-Semitic attack on a 12-year-old girl. Our oldest daughter is 12.

I’ve encountered a lot of anti-Semitism in the wine trade over my decades-long career.

A Dutch importer’s abrasive comments, left unanswered because I didn’t want to jeopardize a friend’s business relationship.

The uncle of a client who indulged in worn stereotypes, again unrequited because I feared losing the client. In wine circles, I’ve heard the expression, ebreo del cazzo (f*&%ing Jew), more than once and more than once directed at me.

But generally, I’ve always felt safe in Italy. Thanks to the Italians’ often intellectual curiosity about and reverence for Jews (a trope that stretches back to Dante and Boccaccio), I’ve even felt more welcomed in Italy than I did in certain circles here at home.

This year, everything is different.

At Vinitaly in April, a now ex-friend — not a good friend but someone with whom I used to trade messages on social media — told me that the reason Biden is supporting Netanyahu’s war because he needs the backing of “Jewish bankers.”

“I’m a Jew,” I told him directly. “Please do not make anti-Semitic comments — ever.”

I walked away. Needless to say, we won’t be trading messages on Instagram anymore.

But it was on this last trip that an anti-Semitic episode left me reeling and wanting to strike back.

After a large trade tasting I attended, when beer and smoke were being shared in camaraderie, a passing comment about Jews inspired a young wine professional to declare: “If I ever encounter a Jew in this town, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him! I’ll kill him!” he insisted.

Again, as in many instances, I felt obliged to remain silent to protect my friends’ professional relationships. My instinct was to fight back — with words not fists. But I was quiet.

I’m not going to be quiet anymore — ever again, regardless of the professional consequences.

I hope you’ll join me in speaking out.

Thanks for being here and thanks for your solidarity.

Climate gone crazy: unusual and highly unpredictable weather patterns keep Italian growers guessing.

From the island of Ischia off the Neapolitan coast to the Alpine valleys of German-speaking Alto Adige, the red thread that emerged on my recent month-long trip to Italy was that il tempo è impazzito — the weather has gone crazy.

In Turin, I witnessed the most violent and rapid-forming hailstorm I’ve ever encountered, with golf ball-sized stones that were so abundant they looked like a foot of snow — in May!

Even with the sun shining above, an outdoor event I was presenting in Turin was shifted indoors because the weather was so unpredictable (thank goodness because that hail storm arrived later that day).

In Ischia, the cab drivers and restaurateurs all lamented that tourism was down because of too much rain that scared away the beachgoers (it rained twice over the four days we were there).

But it was the grape growers who seemed the most forlorn and exasperated.

The 2024 vintage will be remembered for its early starts and stops.

Unusually warm weather in early spring cause the plants — across Italy — to jump start their vegetative cycles.

But the cool weather and rain that followed, with a repeated succession of cool and warm weather, has caused alarming unevenness in the vineyards.

Repeated rain has nearly exhausted organic farmers’ budgets for holistic treatments: when you spray and then it rains, you have to start over from scratch and spray again.

And then of course, there’s the catastrophic hail damage that has made its way like a checkerboard across the country. Some will be fine, others not as fortunate. It’s become a sort of Russian roulette for vineyard managers.

And now that warm weather has taken hold for the summer, growers in some regions are telling me that they are terrified of what could be a serious drought.

Whenever vintage comes into discussion, it’s important to remember that it ain’t over until it’s over. Remember the 2022 vintage?

I’m in contact every day with Italian winemakers and I’ll continue to share their notes here. In the meantime, let’s pray.

Happy Juneteenth! Browse the Portal to Texas History to see how the holiday has been celebrated over generations in Texas.

Happy Juneteenth, everyone!

The main street of Houston’s historic Third Ward is known today as Emancipation Avenue. The name is inspired by the Emancipation Proclamation. But it is also owed to the fact that some of the earliest organized celebrations of Juneteenth were held in the Third Ward’s Emancipation Park, a public space created there by local business leaders in the late 19th century. It was intended to give residents a place to honor the date and occasion.

Extreme weather will be keeping most Houston residents indoors today. But our family will be celebrating the national holiday today by reading about its origins and how it was celebrated over the years since its inception.

Juneteenth became a national holiday in 2021 after members of congress from Houston lobbied for its recognition.

This morning, as we browsed the Portal to Texas History, we came across a number of TV news reporting on local gatherings, including one from Fort Worth dated 1989 (we noticed that the balloons in the video read “1987”; it’s possible that the archive date is incorrect). Use the link below to view.

KXAS-TV (Television station : Fort Worth, Tex.). [News Clip: Juneteenth], video, June 19, 1989, 5:00 p.m.; Fort Worth, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc903774/m1/?q=juneteenth: accessed June 19, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Libraries Special Collections.

Until recently, most Americans had no idea that such a celebration was regularly observed by communities across our nation.

Our family was thrilled when President Biden made it a national holiday (we are fortunate enough to live in the city represented in congress by the two congresspeople who proposed the legislation, including our district’s congressperson at the time).

Happy Juneteenth! Check out the Portal to Texas History here. And just enter the search term “Juneteenth.” I bet you’ll enjoy discovering how the holiday was celebrated in the state long before it became a national holiday.

I saw a wolf in the wilds of Abruzzo. Highlights from my week here for the consortium.

I’ll be taking next week off from the blog while Tracie, the girls, and I are vacationing in Italy. I’m sure I’ll plenty of adventures to share. In the meantime, here are some highlights from my week in Abruzzo for the consortium. See you in a few weeks. Thanks for being here.

Nic Tartaglia grows Montepulciano on clay-rich soils in some of the highest lying vineyards in Casauria. He and his team are working hard in the U.S. and the wines are awesome.

I really loved this barrique-aged, rich-style Pecorino from Guardiani-Farchione. It’s really cool to see how winemakers are experimenting with Pecorino and pushing its envelope.

Sara Tilli makes wine in the shadow of the Maiella massif. The peak in the photo is obscured by clouds. My visit to her winery and the Maiella valley were profoundly inspiring. Her wonderful Montepulciano is grown on 100 percent limestone.

The famed vineyard where Cristiana Tiberio developed her massal selection of Trebbiano Abruzzese, which many believe to be an avatar. Her wines have been making people rethink what they know about this amazing region.

Luca Paolo Virgilio of Caprera is one of the coolest people I’ve met here. His wines are awesome and he’s one of the faces of Abruzzo’s next generation. Don’t miss the ancient Roman vinification basins not far from his winery.

It was amazing to walk the vineyards in Francavilla not far from the sea with my good friend Valentina Di Camillo at I Fauri. Her family’s amazing story of resilience is so compelling. And I really like her fresh-style wines a lot.

One of the most fascinating visits was at Tenuta Antonio Fiorentino @tenutafiorentino in southern Abruzzo. I loved getting to chat with Antonio’s dad, Carmine, whose “historic memory” of Abruzzo viticulture is a treasure. Antonio also grows delicious saffron. I’m so glad I made it down there to see them. Great wines, great people.

The food in Abruzzo is extraordinary. Thank you to Davide and the consortium for a fantastic dinner at Isola della Piane on my last night here! See you soon.

Public Service Announcement: Taste Vermouth di Torino in Houston and Austin, June 17-18.

On Monday, June 17, in Houston, and Tuesday, June 18, in Austin, the Italy-America Chamber of Commerce of Texas will be presenting celebrity mixologist Valentino Longo. He will lead participants on a guided tasting of Vermouth di Torino and a discussion of the aperitivo.

Click here to register for the Houston event, June 17. Here for the Austin event, June 18.

I regret that I won’t be able to attend (I’m traveling in Italy this month for work and my family is joining me tomorrow for a vacation here).

But I’ve been spending a lot of time in Turin, where vermouth was first made, thanks to my client Amistà, who makes a fantastic red wine-based vermouth (above) using their Nizza.

We recently hosted a group from Miami at the winery for a seminar by Fulvio Piccinino, the dude who literally wrote the book on Vermouth di Torino, “Italy’s most famous aromatized wine.”

The interest in vermouth continues to grow on both sides of the Atlantic. And it’s exciting to see programs like the one the chamber is presenting in Texas.

See the links above to register and happy tasting!