Tucked away off the main thoroughfare, small and unassuming at the end of an orange-scented lane, Napa Valley Olive Oil Company was someplace I could have stayed forever. I wanted the curator to adopt me, fill my picnic basket, and continue to feed me tastes all at once. We found rarities, and quality common goods. The picnic that followed was perfect.
Stag's Leap's caves were spotless, complete with Nasa "air scrubbers". Between the wall sconces and the Foucault pendulum, it was sort of like the Hyatt met the inner sanctum. I have to say I'm partial to Antinori's mixed barrels and the mold.
An impressive line-up anyone would be thankful to enjoy as part of their afternoon.
And there it is, the most photographed ridge in Napa, the Stag's Leap Palisades.
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