The bottom line is, I have been blessed with the opportunity to work in the wine business. I have tasted thousands of wines. I’ve watched wineries and trends come and go. I have taken to these pages to praise what I’ve seen & tasted, or to bitch about it. And now it’s time to put my money where my mouth is.
Random people talk to me. Specifically, people I’ve never met come up to me at random and confess weird shit about themselves. I have a theory about this now: a theory that goes against pretty much everything I’ve believed up until this point in my life.
If you’re faced with dozens or even a couple hundred wine choices at the grocery store, and you’ve got one entire Alexander Hamilton burning a hole in your pocket, here are four ways to help identify a great value in the crowd:
Look, it happens to all of us: you find this wine for under ten bucks that looks like it may be a killer bargain, and when you pop that cork you discover you just made an investment in grape-flavored ass juice. No judgment here. Trader… Read More »Five Amazing Hacks For That Crappy Wine You Just Bought
Why did I stop? Was it an emotional evolution into Enlightened Malehood? My gradual, social progress into becoming Sensitive Man Bun Guy? No, not at all. I’ve tried to get my hair to do that and it won’t.
I have to apologize that it has been exactly four years between Schrödinger’s Chardonnay, Part I, and this sequel. Insert many lame reasons for this fact right here. That said, it doesn’t come close to the longest gap between movie sequels, a record held by… Read More »Schrodinger’s Chardonnay, Part II
WARNING: Wine Snobbery oozes from this particular posting like goo from a 15-year-old’s pores after a two-week Proactive withdrawal. My apologies in advance. I will fully confess my Wine Snob sins in a later post, but for now, I simply lay my faults on your… Read More »The Walmart Sommelier
Back in high school, I was a nerd. Now, to put this in context, when I was in high school, we had to share crosswalk space with dinosaurs and bands had names like “Kajagoogoo.” Granted, I was not your typical Coke-bottle-glasses-wearing, pocket-protector-sportin’ nerd, nor did… Read More »Schrodinger’s Chardonnay, Part 1
But there was something else about hearing this Rolling Stones song on the market PA system that was bugging me, something I couldn’t place. I began to think it was the feeling of being targeted…