When our real estate agent first brought the boy on wine and I to visit the place that is now our home about a year ago, it had been gutted. Built in the 1920s, it had last been occupied by an order of Catholic nuns. Despite its lack of walls and flooring, we immediately saw the potential.
Then we went downstairs to see the garage, and our agent guided us to the back, where we found a small storage room. The boy on wine and I looked at each other.
I don’t know which of us said it first: “Wine cellar.”
We moved in last May, and just recently got around to the wine cellar project. And by “got around”, I must admit that I mean we decided to leave it to the professionals, and hired Vinum Espace Cave to build it for us.
The boy on wine documented the progress:
We are very pleased with the results:
Our collection remains rather modest at the moment (40 out of a potential 600+), but maybe one day we’ll get there…