Screw summering in the Hamptons.  I want to fly my personal jet to Piedmont.   Instead of craning my neck to get a glimpse of the latest bimbo from the Real Housewives of New Jersey gallavanting by on horseback, I want to get lost in the vineyards, dine on Braised Rabbit and sip endless [...]

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In Roman times, the ultimate show of power was to own a vineyard. In fact, one of the highest honors possible was for the Emperor himself to prepare you one–actually planting and pruning with his own two hands.

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