My first “good” Pinot – which occurred before the movie Sideways, by the way - was an epiphany. The color that gleamed with translucent ruby, purple, and flashes of garnet, the nose that danced with roses, cranberries, strawberries, smoke, and cherries, and the experience of pure silk on the palate and a luscious, long, exquisite finish, pretty much ruined me for any other wine. While I can't remember the wine maker, I do remember the experience.
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!
But make no mistake – it is a serious, fully-staffed and stocked kitchen, and the food is no joke. While you will be paying Mirage prices, you can also expect Mirage quality. Excellent. This ain't bar food. Dammit again.
While there are individual bad wines out there - and goodness knows I've sampled my fair share of vinous dreck - modern technology, coupled with the love and passion of the wine grower and wine maker, ensure that in whatever world we prefer, the wines are going to be good.
Among her other jobs, she was a caterer in the deep South yet had never attended any kind of culinary school. Culinary schools were not available for daughters of ex-slaves in the Deep South in the middle of the 20th century.
But, as you can probably guess, after a weekend with the grandkids where I did not drink much, I looked forward to having this at home with my feet up and the TV going. Perfect.
When the wine does not have the characteristics that you have come to expect from that varietal then there truly is a Great Disturbance in the Force.
So why is it that the overwhelming majority of official wine tasters and critics are men? It's not because they're better at the sniffing or tasting. It's because they have better memories. And because they don’t go through menopause.
Because I'm a lunatic, I've decided to pursue several wine certifications. Why? Because I want to know as much as possible and share what...
The bikes were awesome although I admit to being a motorcycle coward.