Bruno isn’t a guy. He’s a vibe.
A rooftop at 2AM. A long pour before a short-lived romance. The sound of a cork popping right before someone says “this might be a bad idea.”
But here’s the twist:We actually know what the hell we’re doing.
Our wines are made by people who’ve lived in the dirt, chased the sun, and turned grapes into poetry. We work with top-tier vineyards from Napa, Sonoma, Willamette, Columbia Gorge—places with real terroir, not just good lighting for Instagram.
Bruno was started by a crew of ex-industry folks who got sick of wine being a gatekept secret language. We’ve sat through the tastings, the certifications, the $400-a-bottle nonsense. And then we burned the rulebook and built this.Oddly specific wines. For oddly specific moments.
WINE FOR THIS, WINE FOR THAT
Not just drinkable. Memorable.
A Pinot that could go head-to-head with wines triple its price.
A Cab that says “I bench-press oak barrels.”
A Bubbly that’s boat-day ready but would also marry your sister.
hundred dollar peeno
Collected from the Russian River’s underbelly—lush, dark, and seductive. If this bottle could talk, it would whisper Stay for one more drink. Drink this if you love black cherries, silky drama, and making bad decisions feel like poetry.
Forget Napa Cab
Ripped from Alexander Valley’s guts—not Napa’s gilded cage. It’s Cab with power and a smirk, a lovechild of blue fruit, and a swagger that doesn’t need a trust fund to prove it. Drink this if you love steak, standoffs, and saying exactly what you mean.
Killer bubbly
A sparkling middle finger to Champagne snobs and wild enough to make you forget France exists. This is a bubbly with a body count. Drink this if you love crisp bubbles, apple pie, and getting hit on by strangers with great taste.
Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Someone forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had nothing to live on but food and water
— W.C. Fields
So yeah. we're a little chaotic.
But the wine? Dead serious.
Come drink something worth remembering.
Get weird. Drink Bruno.