
High desert air, half-cooked theology, and a bottle passed among the faithful. Turns out, nothing pairs with family history quite like a generous pour.

Portland, OR “We completely undervalue curiosity” I was nearly shouting as I shouldered in through the door, talking back towards Roy who closely followed on the balls of his feet, his long arm reaching up to keep the door open long enough to enter. Inside the place was buzzing, and a chorus of voices poured…