In a Few Remarkable Bottles, A Winemaker Lives On

Who could have predicted that a chance meeting in a post office would forever link the lives of a wine writer and a young winemaker? Years later, wine connected them once more

ONCE UPON A TIME—as all fairy tales begin—I met a German winemaker in a Long Island post office. Little did I know, this encounter would resonate through the rest of his life. It’s a story of being in just the right place at just the right time—a happy tale of happenstance especially appropriate for telling at holiday time.

It was almost 10 years ago, on a cold winter morning, and I’d bicycled to the post office in Southold, N.Y., to mail a package. I was stopped by a man in the foyer studying a winery map. Could I direct...

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