Above: Giovanni Dri, Il Roncat.

By Hawk Wakawaka.

“My grandfather, and my father, both made wine. But they were also soldiers in the war. My father told me not to make wine. It was too much work everyday all the time. But, unfortunately, he died young, and so he could not influence me. Now my daughter has decided also to make wine, so that is four generations.

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By Hawk Wakawaka.

Posted by: Do Bianchi | April 9, 2012

Friuli Day 6, photos by JC Reid #cof2012

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Posted by: Do Bianchi | April 9, 2012

Friuli Day 5, photos by JC Reid #cof2012

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By Ubriaca.

“Mandi!” A Friulano greeting that I sincerely enjoy saying, with gusto, every chance I get. It means, literally, hands of god (mani di dio) and so- “May you go in the hands of god.”

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Posted by: Do Bianchi | April 7, 2012

Visiting and Tasting Ramandolo #cof2012 @Hawk_Wakawaka


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Photo by Talia Baiocchi.

By JC Reid.

The COF2012 project has been incredibly busy and interesting. Everyday our itinerary is packed with visits to winemakers and vineyards. The Consortium has put together a great experience for all of us.

With that in mind, I’ve taken some time to look back at the whirlwind of our first three days in Colli Orientali del Friuli and consider some of the experiences that stand out the most for me.

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By Hawk Wakawaka.

Schioppettino Vertical 1988, 1989, 1994, 1996, 1999, 2006, 2009, 2010

Thank you so much to Serena Palazzolo, and Cristian Patat for hosting us in their lovely home.

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Posted by: Do Bianchi | April 6, 2012

A Specogna Surprise #cof2012 @ubriaca

By Brunellos Have More Fun.

On trips like these, there will inevitably be times when you walk into a winery or someone’s home and have no idea what to expect. Or you expect the worst. I should know by now not to have any expectations at all, but so it goes. We arrived at Specogna, which none of the group had heard of before, on a rainy night and were all a little tired and really hungry. Or really full and not at all in need of food. This week it’s been hard to tell the difference, oddly enough.

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