The tasting room opened in late August, a few days before Miraglia’s birthday. There’s art on the walls. Some of it is for sale. If you fall in love with a print, ask. You may go home with art for the eye as well as the palate.

Much of the furniture comes from Meraglia’s childhood home: the secretary, the desk, the chaise longue. The hipsters in the framed black-and-white photos on the wall – Those are maternal ancestors: “My great-great-great-something uncles.”

Miraglia says the tasting room will be open “by luck or by appointment.” If you’re in the neighborhood, call or email. If you walk by and the gate is up, Miraglia says, “I’m here.” There may be a sign on the door saying “Knock, yell loudly or call.”

The tasting room is worth the trip. To make sure you can get in, book an appointment; otherwise, you risk arriving when Miraglia is foraging on Long Island or out taking care of another aspect of a complicated small business.