In a room within the kitchens of Caesar's palace (the royal residence, not the casino), six slaves slogged through the grape-stomping pit. They walked in place, mashing a thick mire of red grapes still attached to their brambles, getting scratched and growing bunions and corns, cursing Fate and occasionally peeing into the brine. Could they have imagined as they "trampled out the vintage" for their cruel taskmasters that 2,000 years later their indignity would inspire an oenological festival of... More >>>