13/09/2026
These last few days on Etna, I forgot to breathe. 😅
North slope, mid-harvest - small producers, sticky hands, pasta al forno and vino that tasted like the vineyard next to it. Then east slope: natural wine producers who don’t perform for cameras, just for the wine. Views that stop conversation. People my guests will remember long after the trip ends.
That’s the thing about my tours - nothing is generic. Every stop, every producer, every glass is chosen on purpose.
Slept in a noble palazzo in Catania. Had the best French-inspired breakfast of my life at Cesare Gialdi .
And at one winery tucked under the volcano - the one I’d picked for this tour - a proposal happened. Right there, between the vines. I’m still smiling about it. Lyndsie Wright Prakhar Garg 🫶🌋🍾
More this week. Etna isn’t done with me yet and neither am I.