It is getting cool in Northeast Georgia. Fall is creeping in. And it is getting to be time for cool-weather wines.
This is the second in a series of profiles of Georgia wineries. Subsequent profiles will appear when the writer feels sufficiently motivated to do them ... or when his editor yells at him.
It was my first big gig as a wine writer - the Monterey Wine Festival in the early 1980s. And I was late for lunch.
Got a note recently about a wine pioneer named Mondavi who's going to be honored in California later this year.
Yep, it's summer. If you don't believe the thermometer and the humidity indicator, just check your personal sweat factor.
This is the first in a series of profiles of Georgia wineries. Subsequent profiles will appear when the writer feels sufficiently motivated to do them ... or when his editor yells at him.
Here's an unsurprising fact: California is the leading wine-producing state in the nation. What is surprising, however, is that 90 percent of American wine comes from the Golden State.
I'm a riesling fan! The white wine grape known alternatively as Johannisberg riesling and white riesling is adored by most hard-core winos - even those who wax rhapsodic over nothing but big, strong, hearty red wines.
It was supposed to be just a good-quality, mid-range sangiovese - a red wine from Tuscany - served at a popular pizzeria in South Hall.
I'm back. I hope somebody noticed I took a month off in January. Lots of "stuff" going on in December - including a visit from a brand new grandbaby - so I gave myself a brief hiatus for the start of the new year.
Ho ho ho, and all that seasonal stuff. It's coming up on that cheery time of the year, and wine lovers should be completing their lists for Santa to fill.
There are two places where folks who like an occasional glass of wine - but who don't know much about it - feel pangs of anxiety. They feel their throats constrict, their self-esteem begin to melt like Dove bars left in an August car.
A wino friend dropped by recently and I thought he was going to have a stroke. He spotted - gasp! - a box of wine on my kitchen counter. When, with sinful glee, I offered him a swig of the stuff from a cardboard box, he gagged and staggered off the porch and into the woods. I think a bear got him, which I think he would have preferred to being forced to drink wine from a box.
Shopping for wine in a wine shop can be an intimidating experience for anyone - man or woman - who's unsure of what's lurking on the shelves.
Like red wines? I do. And I enjoy passing along to my readers word of good ones I encounter. However, the one I sampled recently you just might have to make yourself. It was a blend of three traditional Rhone red wine grapes - grenache, syrah and mourvedre. Lush and fruity, it resembled more the Australian version of what they call GSM, than the Rhone style. And Craig Cook made it himself. Cook is the ...
Want a Ferrari for Christmas? You can have one. It's easy.
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