Day of German Winehood
(Manfred Klimek, Bernard Pawis Winery/Photo) My first journey to the East was twenty-five years ago. Back then, shortly after reunification, there were vines in sites that had been neglected for decades. Brick walls supported crumbling terraces, winemakers told of old times, when winegrowing was a cultural-policy alibi. People drank whatever was just about drinkable — with exceptional wines, Read the full article…