Hi, hola, ciao—I’m Amanda.

I’m a poet and writer born in Pennsylvania, having lived and worked as a sommelier and in wine distribution in NYC for the last fifteen years. Over 2024, I began splitting my time between New York and Italy, and as of this summer, I officially took up the mantle of apprenticing with my partner at his small, lovely natural winery in the province of Mantova. I’ve been looking for a way to weave together my many pursuits and interests: my own literary work and others’; philosophy, history, and global food culture; and of course, wine and viticulture.

‘Inebriate of Air,’ the consequent space for all my things, is this newsletter. The content within has been largely designated for paid subscribers only, as I do believe writers should be paid; frequently high-quality writing is notably underpaid. That’s as true for poets as for those who write about wine and food. I’m delighted if you choose to follow and support my work. (Subscribers have full access to my archive, as well!)

Thanks for visiting! Hay mucho que compartir. E è un piacere avervi qui. :)

I taste a liquor never brewed

(Emily Dickinson, poem 214)

I taste a liquor never brewed – 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl – 
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I – 
And Debauchee of Dew – 
Reeling – thro' endless summer days – 
From inns of molten Blue – 

When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door – 
When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" – 
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – 
And Saints – to windows run – 
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!