The Wineaux Guy thankfully talked me off the precipice, insisting that 5:00a.m. was not “late.” Ok. He had a point.
The next night I had a roasted turkey thigh and poured a glass of the same wine – with some trepidation, I might add. After all, could a wine that caressed the barbecue sauce so beautifully the night before possibly be any good with plain ‘ol turkey?