Barreled - A Winery Blog

I distinctly remember the smell of the damp and salty air, one early evening in 1984. I drove my beat-up blue 1969 VW station wagon to the edge of the cliff we named “Tamboulina”, just north of the city of Tel-Aviv. My three best buddies Udi, Oren and Avi (aka Avroom) and I decided that sunset at the cliff would be the perfect way to say goodbye. I was headed to UC Davis, and a ...