antonio caggiano

Are you getting sick of hearing about our wine adventures yet?
We're getting close to the end - I promise.
(And hearing about this is a lot more exciting than hearing about what we were up to this past weekend: laundry, work-clothes-shopping, and dealing with our car being broken into - now we're real San Franciscans.)

Post Montevetrano, we headed to Antonio Caggiano for another private tasting with the winemaker himself.  Given Antonio didn't speak a word of English (and Stefan's Span-talian wasn't going to make the cut for more than the basics), his son did the honors of our private tour.

their library

their cellar

their old-school cork-put-er-in-er

While Antonio didn't speak English, he did have an odd obsession with taking photographs of me (which I obviously loved), particularly in front of a rather large poster of him - well - taking photos.  Random.

I didn't ask questions.  

Their affinity for us paid off when it came time for the tasting.

At one point Stefan mentioned how the 1999 vintage of a particular 2011 vintage wine we were tasting must be sensational for x, y and z reasons he is describing oh-so-clearly above.  
(I nodded in agreement but obviously didn't have a clue.)

The son quickly replied: "Let's find out," and scurried off to their cellar to open one of the $80+ retail bottles in question.

It was sensational.

Stefan - you're a wine genius.

(But then again, I was quite a few tastes in by this point.)

When we paid for our purchases (2 bottles of the sensational 1999), not only did they not charge us a penny for the tasting, they tossed in another bottle of wine (my favorite of the bunch) as a present from Antonio.

Now that's what I call customer service.

xoxo

KK