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Several years ago there was a small ceramic bowl that I coveted at the local antiquarian's shop. It is from the turn of the previous century, with a simply painted rabbit bounding through flowers, in green, blue, yellow and red. I pleaded with Walter to sell it to me for at least a year, but he preferred to continue to stub his cigarettes out in it. One day as I passed his shop on my way up to the piazza it occurred to me to tell him the translation of my name in Italian. “Conigliera? (rabbit warren) Non e vero.” He burst out laughing. I left him bent over, wheezing and gasping for air (he smoked a lot at the time) and went up to do the days shopping. On my way back he came out of the shop and presented the bowl to me as a gift, but with the stipulation that my home be from that time known as “Casa Conigliera.” My home really is very much like a warren, so it seemed a good name. In time I named the wine I produce La Conigliera, and now, also, my website.

Chris Warren