Three bottles: above the clouds. Becky Wasserman
I don’t really know where to start here. I’m out of my depth. The company is impossibly high: Becky Wasserman is no less than an icon in the elysian world that is domaine-bottled Burgundy. The answers are poetry. I want to be in New York City in 1953. I want to be in Bouilland right […]
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