Sicily has many positive images (as well as a few not-so-positive), but when it comes to Sicilian wines, the subject is a bit of a puzzle to many. There are several reasons for this, but lately, ...

(Note: This is the second story in a series about wines and wineries in Sicily visited by the author.) So many things about Sicily seems magical. The winetasting dinner beneath the stars in a ...

When oenophiles think about Italy, it is almost second nature to think about the wine varieties associated with each region. Piedmont has barolo. Tuscany has Chianti. But, when thinking about Sicily, ...

My family is originally from Sicily. I am very proud of that and announce it as often as I can. And while Italy proper is well-recognized for its deep, sexy wines, the actual island of Sicily was long ...

We love invitations that arrive by the glass. At a recent tasting of Sicilian wines, we became so enamored with the reds that we were poised to hop on the next plane to Palermo. The occasion was a ...

When last we left our intrepid Sicily, there were auspicious signs from the slopes of Mount Etna, its defining and still active volcano. The reds of Etna ( sfg.ly/ZqOCLo), and the whites as well, had ...

This is the first of a four-part series exploring Sicily’s wines. In Part One, I will give a brief overview of Sicilian wines. In Parts Two and Three, we will highlight Sicily’s top rated white and ...

Last week, I raved about three Italian wines that just happen to come in a box. This week, I thought we could stay in Italy and focus on one, distinct region – Sicily. One wine column cannot do ...

Sicily's white grapes are finally getting the recognition they deserve. It only took two centuries. Grillo, Inzolia and Catarratto, the big three of the island's whites, made it big in the 1700s as ...

WITH A NAME like a lively dance step and a flavor profile so juicy and bright that it’s frequently described as falling somewhere between a red and a white, Frappato is one of my absolute favorite ...

The wine drinking began before we left Newark, N.J., with a clink and a “salud” in the airport lounge over some unidentified white. My father and I, belatedly fulfilling the college graduation gift he ...