On Saturdays at four, a wine club comes together on Sulkhan Tsintsadze Street. Nestled in the back of a great wine store run by Zaza Grigalashvili, the tables stand in perfect symmetry as glasses are nudged into place, as a small army of wine students whisper and laugh with each other while people leak in, uncorking bottles and bringing small plates of meat and cheese. I am early, like any normal New Yorker and find a good seat. There is a sense of calm, and peaceful expectation, new faces flickering so many things. Most of the students that work here wear braces, but do not hide them - all teeth and jumping smiles.
Send me a shipping address. When they show up I think you should rock their world with a couple of wines from grapes grown in the volcanic soils of mt Vesuvius. ;)
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Send me a shipping address. When they show up I think you should rock their world with a couple of wines from grapes grown in the volcanic soils of mt Vesuvius. ;)