Italy’s Smallest Wine Region Is a Valley Frozen in Time

I stood in my Keds on the edge of a slushy snowbank, 8,500 feet up in the Italian Alps. A hundred yards away, a refuge hut with a chimney stack promised warmth and lunch. To say I was ill-prepared for this journey would be an understatement. Crossing snowy peaks hadn’t been the plan when I left the hotel that morning. It was 75 degrees where we were standing. The receptionist said the trails... Read more

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