My loved ones were concerned that just maybe I had attended a country-western concert on the Strip at 10 pm on a Sunday night.
Well. Now that I have your attention...
Malibu Coast vintners — all 52 of them — are doing a victory dance right now.
It is delicious and despite its heat, it’s very easy to drink before it becomes necessary to take an unscheduled nap. Don't ask.
I brought the last of it home and made a tasting video about the experience only to discover that I had an issue with the microphone. Dammit.
You know Maine, the land of pine needles, lobsters, clams, and rocky beaches? But wine?!?
After all, visiting every winery in the SLO AVA means needing a vehicle with great gas mileage and off-road tires. Jeep Prius, anyone?
People get off and on the bus at the various stops from the Strip to Downtown, and any number of them are worthy of a Night Court episode.
Closing Note: Despite the memories, there are several reasons why I’d never move to the South, and none of them have to do with racial politics. Too many mosquitoes, a paucity of wine growing, and an abundance of humidity, hurricanes, and tornadoes. No bueno.
If the customer perceives the cork as being cheap (as in synthetic corks and screwcaps), then the perception will be that the wine is cheap, too.