New tax laws are being escorted through the legislature like a hot date on prom night, and this bill which has the potential of bringing so much business – and its resulting revenue flow – into the state is looked upon as “minor.”
For many years, Nevada wines were known for their relentless mediocrity – they seemed to be White Zinfandel wannabes – and there wasn’t much that the serious wine person could glean from them other than a collective meh.
Drinking this wine and imagining oysters made me think of a Hemingway quote from A Moveable Feast: As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture…
I mean really? Does Nevada need a wine industry? After all, money isn’t everything.