Of all the places for Jesus to call home, the drug-riddled Napa Valley of the ancient world just happened to be the one. Where wine was a sacrament for the cult of the dead that found inspiration in both the long-running marzeah and the Dionysian Mysteries. And where the magician from Nazareth and his earliest followers could have sourced an endless supply of those mind-altering substances the southern Levant had been pumping into the area for three millennia.
