Member's Story

Member’s Story: Just Me, the Sunset, and a Bottle of Galante Wine



I’ve been part of the Galante Wine Gang for years now, but somehow, every bottle still feels like a special occasion. Last weekend, after a long week of wrangling real life, I grabbed a bottle of The Bold Ones from the rack, lit the fire pit out back, and settled into my favorite old rocking chair.

The sun was dipping low over the hills, casting that warm glow—burnt orange fading into dusty purple. I poured a glass, took a slow sip, and instantly felt that familiar Galante comfort. Rich, earthy, just the right amount of grit. Like a good cowboy—no fuss, no frills, just character.

As the evening cooled and the crickets kicked in, I thought about how many memories I’ve tied to these wines. Shared bottles with old friends, holiday dinners with family, and quiet nights like this—where the only company I need is the stars and a well-made wine.

There’s something about Galante that keeps me coming back. Maybe it’s the wine. Maybe it’s the spirit behind it. Or maybe it’s because every time I uncork a bottle, it feels like I’m part of something bigger—a legacy, a lifestyle, a damn good Gang.

Here’s to the next glass.