Burgundy, at last. Despite this being my first time here, this place already has a deeply meaningful place in my life. At a very different time in my life a few years ago I tried my first glass of Burgundy – an experience which started an interest in wine and particularly the wine from these hills that surround me as I write this. I began to study the region and learn about the families that have cultivated these vines for centuries. The history of each of these families and the care that gets put into the creation of these wines – I think – comes through when tasting and experiencing them. I don't know how to describe it any less absurd than this: drinking wines from here is like consuming history. I know, ridiculous. But that's how it is to me. And with that in mind, this has been a wonderful couple of days here.