Classifieds

Cradled by arid mountains, reached by a winding two-lane road, everything was peaceful there, in the middle of a Friday afternoon. You would never guess that, just to the north—less than an hour's drive away—sits the southern reaches of one of South America's great metropolises. Later, I'll fight the traffic. But that seems a million miles away as I rolled up just in time for the final tasting tour of the day.
(Courtesy of Santa Rita)
(Courtesy of Santa Rita)
(Courtesy of Santa Rita)
Moments into the tour, the guide, Victor, led me through a gate into a completely unexpected space—a lush, rambling, secret garden. Later, I'll walk through a wholly invented ruin. And after that, a little time in a basement with blood-spattered mannequins. It is the strangest, loveliest wine tour I've ever taken....