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...flown in from France. "He kissed me and said, 'Close your eyes and open your mouth,'" Reichl writes. "I sniffed the air; it smelled like a cross between violets and berries, with just a touch of citrus. My mouth closed around something very small...the size of a little grape but with a scratchy surface. 'Do you like it?' he asked anxiously. I tasted spring...
Pearson's project--and the cause of an almighty ruckus in Aniane--was his search for, and acquisition of, some 120 acres of high-quality French grape-growing soil where California wine giant Robert Mondavi could produce its own high-quality French vintages. For Pearson, Mondavi's general manager in France, that turned out to be no easy task in a country where winemaking is an ancestral tradition and anti-Americanism something of a national sport...
...France in the early '90s, when a mutant strain of phylloxera grub was eating its way through California's vineyards. Mondavi looked abroad to satisfy U.S. consumer demand for wine, which was increasing 30% each year. The company found what it was looking for in the Languedoc, where grape growers were starting to market single-variety wines. The Languedoc was also a region that was abandoning bulk production in favor of high-quality winemaking. "If you look at the climate and the soils here, you've got every element you need to make world-class wine," says Pearson...
...part of his morning routine, he ate an English muffin with grape jelly and drank coffee from a Styrofoam cup, then sat down to his drawing table and the long, white Strathmore board with the five-inch-by-five-inch panels in which he drew the daily strip. "He attempted to be ordinary," recalls Clark Gesner, author of the musical "You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown." He wanted to be what he thought he had always been - a regular person...
Alberto Fujimori was alone in his hotel room in Tokyo--just the disgraced Peruvian ex-President and a sad-looking plate of grapes and bananas. No handlers, no translators, no security. He clicked on a tape recorder himself. He hungrily peeled a red grape before popping it into his mouth. He cut a relaxed figure for someone who had just lost his country. It was time for the interview. "Where is your photographer?" he asked, sounding disappointed. What Fujimori cared about most was appearing on the cover of TIME. "For the cover maybe it would be better outside...