You know Hemingway,” Ales Kristancic says. “He drank a lot of Movia wine.”
Kristancic, the current star of the Slovenian wine scene, is a storyteller, and like many good storytellers, he has a breezy approach to facts. Still, this claim seems plausible. Dobrovo, the Slovenian town where Movia, Kristancic’s winery, is located, is only about eight miles from the site of much of the futile combat chronicled in A Farewell to Arms. But is an implied endorsement from Ernest Hemingway any real reason to care about Slovenian wine? After all, many of the bottles exported to the United States aren’t cheap. They aren’t easy to find. They certainly aren’t easy to pronounce—try asking for a bottle of Kocijancic Zanut Brjac at the nearest grocery store.