It's spring, and as we cruise into summer, I'm already starting to taste my favorite summer wines. That would be, of course, Rosés!
While there is an eyebrow-raising scene or two with Mr. De Niro and Rene Russo in this movie, there’s nothing that sets him up as a romantic lead. He’s too sweet, nice, and cheek-pinchable.
Ashland is about 15 miles from the California border; it's apparently where old hippies (and young ones) go to escape the rat race.
Someone told me that the main protagonist and central character of the ABC series Scandal reminded her of me. "You have to watch it," she said. "She's almost exactly like you, except younger, prettier, and really talented."
When I slunk into work the next morning with two unyielding, risqué tattoos in full view, my coworkers at The Day Job™ asked, "Just exactly what were you doing in (insert air quotes here) Wine Country?!?"
This past Sunday I spent several hours touring and tasting at half the wineries in Nevada. Both of them.
As well as saving humans from the dangers of water (something that fish, turtles, frogs, bacteria, paramecia, newts, and alligators mate and crap in every day), wine has been an icon of the most civilized countries for millennia. Vegas Wineaux
Between studying for every test on earth and being in the middle of a major IT/web project at The Day Job™, I have had nothing remotely approaching a social life.
I hope to be able to unveil the new look on August 31, leaving the Labor Day morning for tweaking and then barbecuing later. Of course!
Just about every wine book I have has dated itself by honing in on specific vintages, which, years later, are no longer available, making the recommendations irrelevant. In manufacturing they call that planned obsolescence.