Thirty-seven“There’s an old saying, I’m sure you will have heard it, ‘If bread be the staff of life, wine is life itself.’”
Governor Henry Hunt left a practiced pause, anticipating his audience, and the gathering seated before him responded with chuckles and muttered Amens.
The crowd was much smaller than it would be on a Saturday night, when tickets at $50 a head had been sold so the audience could also share in a full dinner as well as the wines being tested. But as Sir John Russell gazed around the assembled audience he saw most—if not all—of the shakers and movers of the local wine scene lounging in their black evening jackets at white-clothed tables, drinking in Hunt’s paean to the Bacchus of Napa, San Joaquin and Sonoma.
And Sacramento too. I hope Laurent is correct in his notion
