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Sense and Sensuality
by Weeklys
As one might imagine, editing a magazine entitled Boheme requires living la vie boheme
I’m uniquely suited for the task, seeing as my interests lay somewhere in the nexus between moveable type and a moveable feast. We can thank Gutenberg for the former and Hemingway for the latter. But when it comes to living here, I thank my lucky stars.
As the character Mark sang in the musical Rent (which borrows heavily from Puccini’s La Boheme—our publication’s namesake), “We raise our glass—you bet your ass to—la vie Boheme!”
It’s been a decade since I’ve been back in local climes, and I’ve not since ceased raising a glass. The only way I rest my arm is by taking a sip. It’s been bliss. I’m what’s called a “repatriate.” After years of living elsewhere, I was happily returned to my place of origin like some plundered artifact. And when I shuffle off this mortal coil, I hope they lower me into the loamy soil so that I may become part of the terroir and haunt bottles forevermore.
Until then, I’ll enjoy my front row seat on the continued evolution of Sonoma, Napa and Marin counties from rural exurbs to world class epicurean locales— and continue ushering readers like you down the aisle as the North Bay enjoys its time in the limelight.
To continue the theatrical metaphor, the edition you’re reading now is but a mere preview of our area’s copious offerings. Think of it as a playbill, an enticement to the experience to come.
From fine wines and culinary coups de coeur to hedonic spa days that you’ll want to last for weeks—our intrepid journos have sought to highlight experiences sure to charm everyone’s inner sensualist. It’s one of the dividends of our profession that we were able to experience much of what follows firsthand (we are accredited members of the media, after all). And now it’s your turn, dear reader.
As Epicurus himself wisely intoned, “Not what we have, but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.”
In abundance,
