In last month's column, I answered a question from a reader about a Northeast Georgia winery that recently passed away. In writing that response, I was reminded of the degree to which I have come to be a fan and supporter of Georgia wines.
The bride and I have been like Willie Nelson the past few months ... on the road again. Lots of traveling, lots of visits and we've come home with a greater appreciation for this wonderful land of ours.
Summer's winding down. Time to catch up with some odds and ends floating around the world of wine.
We all love a bargain. Admit it; your head swivels on spotting a BOGO sign.
Where can you go to enjoy French wines with a German accent?
Those who find the subject of wine fascinating are advised to grab a book I just finished. No, not my copy; buy one of your own. It truly is one of the best offerings on the subject I have encountered in 30-plus years.
If you are a typical American wine drinker, chances are very good your first choice in wines is not from Germany.
My son-in-law and my oldest grandson drive me nuts (they argue that for me it's a short walk). They must have the latest electronic gadgets - iPads, iPhones, iPods, Nooks, Kindles, smart phones, smarter phones ... stuff I've never heard of, and never will understand.
"Champagne! In victory one deserves it; in defeat one needs it."
Quick question: What color do you generally associate with February?
Follow me on this. It's winter. That means it's cold out there. When you're cold, what do you want? You want something hearty, something filling, something warming... whether on your plate or in your glass.
Came back from our North Sea cruise in mid-September to find some questions from readers on my email. Since I had written my October column in advance of the trip, I've had to wait until this month to address them.
Wine in a box for Thanksgiving? Forgive the pun, but wine not?
When wine drinkers chat about the great red wine grapes from Italy, two names leap to the top of the list - the robust Nebbiolo of the Piedmont region, and the bright and fruity Sangiovese from Tuscany.
This is the geezer column I thought I never would write.