Drive down the gravel road and you stumble upon a large building that one might find only in Tuscany. I had a bad bottle of Miraflores chard at from the supermarket so I had to taste it from the source. Not too shabby, but it was our last winery, so I may have had my beer goggle tastebuds on. Based on the luxe estate alone the winery is high society tucked away in the Sierras. Who knew?