This would be fabulous with a weekend late evening summer dinner of salads, light meats, and other summer fare. It also pairs well with writing, because it’s what I’m drinking now as I sit at the keyboard.
However, they finally relented and sold me a bottle of their library Syrah because apparently my crying, wailing, and gnashing of teeth was disturbing the other guests.
While once the wines were big, jammy, fruit-forward, and alcoholic, they now have added layers of complexity and maturity which was almost unheard of a decade ago.
The title alone told me that it was a story written for effect rather than for accuracy. The title, Winery expansion bill pits big counties against rurals couldn’t be further from the truth.