A limestone campanile, or bell tower, stands at the edge of the road silently declaring there is something significant here, something you shouldn’t pass by. So you turn onto the gravel drive and wind your way up the hill through rows of Chenin Blanc grapevines until you reach the rustic villa at the top. It’s sun-drenched ochre walls, roughhewn, massive wood beams buttressing a dappled clay tile roof, oak-shaded patios, fountain, and rows of grapevines stretching toward the horizon are exactly how you pictured Tuscany would be. But you’re not in Italy, you’re in Fredericksburg, Texas.

–Chris Dunn, Taste Magazine