Lena DavidsonCellar Services
I ran out of money two weeks too soon on an already questionably shoestring solo trip through Europe early in college. Intrepid as I had become I wasn’t ready to spend another set of nights “sleeping” in the gated gardens of Montmartre. Instead, I grabbed a train from Milan to Valence and hitchhiked my way East to Nozieres, a gorgeous town tucked up in the hills. Alongside a bit of river swimming, a cherry harvest and some serious siphon-activated irrigation, I spent the remainder of my time bottling, labeling, waxing tops and drinking wine in the stone cellar of the family home. Life changing emergency plan B.
I’ve been on course for a life in food, drink and land ever since. I really just believe in it. Most recently I joined the owners of a bakery I had been managing on Bainbridge Island in opening a small restaurant. Humility and deep joy come from creating a place of hospitality from scratch and I bring that along with me to PHENOL55.