I’ve been fortunate enough to taste a Riesling that was nearly 30 years old, and it was glorious. A deep, rich gold with flavors of honey and octane. Delicious.
This is the time of year when the words “hot soup” can cause a smiling physical reaction. Even in Las Vegas it’s very cold (25°F when I left for work this morning), and the vision of curling up with a blanket and a bowl of hot soup is oh so comforting.