Every Monday, discover new wines, regions, and ways to understand this fermenting sea.
Munching Vidal Blanc on Keuka Lake, New York
Last week, I braved an ice-capped Portland armed with Barbaresco. I just wanted to show two vintages. But to be safe, I requested two samples in case one ended up corked. However, our warehouse accidentally picked 2006, 2010, and 2013. Each run about $230 a bottle. I decanted them that morning, put on my boots, and slid slowly to my first appointment. Continue reading →
Wine has tasted fabulous as far back as my memory (legally) allows me. But I once hated Whisky. It became firmly aligned with regret and college. Coke, Sprite, or whatever fizzy high-fructose corn syrup to hand would mollify it. But Whisky just tasted hot and gross. That is, until I went to Scotland. Continue reading →