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.
Whether you’re visiting San Francisco, Santa Barbara, Hollywood, the OC, or San Diego, there’s always something to dazzle the eyes and to spark the romantic imagination.