I was raised in a beer and spirits environment (North Philly isn't exactly known for its wine culture), but when I discovered wine, I was hooked and fell madly in love.
I know this is hard to believe, but I reviewed another white wine under screwcap. No, I haven't lost my mind. Arguable, arguable. I got it.
I could actually hear my wine turning to grape jelly as I waited in that hot, smelly mess.
It was comfortable enough in the shade, but the shade was rapidly retreating. Fortunately, it's a dry heat. Not unlike a blowtorch.
I will not hug a tree, become a vegan, or give up my SUV, but I can passionately promote the use of natural cork in wines.
I would love to be able to enjoy the 98+ point wines, but no wine shops have layaway.