Napa is where Anaïs began. Rows of vine run to the hills, the light turns amber an hour before dinner, and every celebration seems to slow to the pace of the valley itself. We plan here more than anywhere else — and we still find new corners of it worth showing a couple for the first time.
Our Napa weddings lean into that generosity: long harvest tables under the oaks, menus built around a single estate's cellar, and florals that borrow their palette from whatever is blooming beyond the terrace. Nothing imported, nothing forced — just the valley, dressed for its best evening.
