“As a young boy I lived in a mountainside in the rural and ancient part of Spain called Galicia, in the northwestern part of the country outlined by the Atlantic. This was an earthy place, a mystical place where time stood still… no electricity, no cars or roads, no modern conveniences… we lived off the earth as any village would back in the middle ages. Every Fall we used to go down the mountain to the vineyard with a black-stained cart pulled by two oxen. There, we harvested the ripe grapes, as sweet as nectar and I know this because I used to eat as much as would fill my belly. We threw grapes back into the cart, and back up the mountain we would go. The wooden spoke-wheels would sing against the wooden axles of the cart from the weight of the grapes. Back in the village, my brother Toni and I would squash all the grapes barefooted. This is the way it was done going all the way back to Roman times… so you see, wine is in my blood!

From that bucolic setting, destiny brought me to New York City; the city and country that I love.  After a long winding career, my life path brought me back to the world of wine; thus we created Classic Wines.”