The Buzz: Siciliano’s Market News & Notes

I got a real kick out of the scene in Episode 1 where a bunch of cowboys went fly fishing.

After closing the cottage there's a temptation to dwell on the past months and simply look forward to when you reopen in the spring.

Thankfully whatever had caused the sparking and strobing was fixed before we opened the doors the next morning.

It was nice hearing from our good home brewing buddy again and even nicer to hear that he reads these blogs.

We're excited to announce that we have acquired an entire 53-gallon barrel of Private Stock bourbon from Wyoming Whiskey.

lf you're a Lions fan you had to love the game between Detroit and Atlanta last Sunday.

When the leaves fell we would simply rake them to the curb and set them ablaze.

I never tire of driving through this eighteen-mile stretch of one of Michigan's finest fruit growing regions.

Nothing like the ambiance of a crackling fire to enhance the pleasure of a fine cigar and a tumbler of good bourbon.

Deadline for ordering Limited Edition kits is approaching

I'm not sure why the deer are so hell bent on crossing that road.

When you lose a trophy you're allowed a few moments of sulking. Then you remind yourself that you're in Montana on the famous Madison River

Barb and I would sip our pre breakfast coffee on the porch while watching the sun inch up over the high peaks of the Madison Range.

As I get older I'm finding it harder to discard things like holey T-shirts, frayed flannels and tattered old wallets.

This week's list of new and returning products follows information about the 2020 edition of the annual Siciliano's beer & winemaking sale

I would love to own a split bamboo fly rod someday but I doubt that will ever happen because a good one can run a cool seven G's.

This past week the mystery of the disappearing chipmunks was solved when we began spotting a trio of hawks patrolling the backyard.

This week's list of new and returning products follows a few words about whiling away time on a rainy day Preamble by Steve Siciliano The...

The performers were a group of wildlife that frequently visit our backyard.

I'll slip inside and as I wait for my eyes to adjust to the dusty gloom I'll breathe in the fading scents of local history.