The grapes of wrath?

Well ok, maybe not wrath, but how about ruin?

Actually, poor pun and crumbling car aside, it still amazes me that in a little over an hour from Tokyo — or at least its western suburbs — a city dweller can be far from the clutter and commotion of the capital, and in this fairly fetching valley.

Plus, if that’s not enough, the area is positively packed to the gunwales with grapes.

Perhaps the only problem being that while a lot of the wine produced there may not exactly warrant a wine drinker’s wrath, repulsion is often far from a rare response.