Where to begin?
Maybe all the way back to my great grand parents who started farming in Napa before the turn of the 20th century. Recalling my “Bisnonno” having what at the time I thought were gigantic barrels, in the basement, full of wine he made the previous season. Despite my parents admonishments, he would hand us kids a glass of half wine/half water and say “it will do you good and help you too”. Not that the wine was anything to remember, but somehow that experience was imprinted in my memory.