I was trying to find a picture for you of vineyards in Marlboro, NY. My uncle owned a country home there and used to make his own wine from a small vineyard on the property. He (all my mother's family) had immigrated from Sicily around the turn of the century (that is, 19th into 20th😁) and settled in New York City. They found in Marlboro the rolling hills that reminded them of Sicily. While I never saw wine barrels, I remember dusty wine bottles. A little bit of nostalgia your post evoked :)