They say genetic traits can skip generations. I would argue that passions can as well. This was the case for my father, who grew up watching my grandfather, Maggio Baiocchi, make wine. While the smell alone was enough to dissuade my dad from following in his father’s footsteps, it was not enough to keep me from doing so. As a boy of five or six, I remember watching my grandfather in his basement, working the old equipment. The sights, sounds and smells of watching my grandfather make wine are still vividly alive for me today.
Many decades later, that long dormant seed in my soul was watered, thanks to my wife, Sharon, who opened my eyes not so much to the person I was supposed to become, but the person I came to rediscover. Now, our son Nicholas is preparing to enter the family business after completing a formal education in Wine Business Management.
We hope you enjoy Baiocchi Wines as much as we have enjoyed the long, strange and beautiful trip it has been getting here.
