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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?
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.
I began my foray into the bartending world by starting as a barback. It was easily the hardest work I’ve ever done for less than minimum wage in my life.
Personally, I have a hard time with Cabernet Sauvignon and Malbec because they are real bruisers. Unless, of course, there's a candlelit, air-conditioned romantic dinner involved...
The first seminar I attended was all about Pinot Noir. There were ten for us to taste and it was hosted by two Master Sommeliers and the winemakers. Was I in heaven or what.
So I also ordered an iced tea. Which was interesting, because although our very diligent beverage guy made sure that our glasses were filled, there was no actual “ice” involved until he asked us if we needed ice for our iced tea.
I looked at the large tumbler filled with ice cubes and White Zinfandel fresh out of the box. It was topped with a colorful bendy straw. I sighed. Surely there had to be more to wine than this.