By necessity, Pinot and I have an open relationship. While I regularly taste, assess, and enjoy other wines, Pinot is always my first love and the one I return to nightly. It is sensual. It is luxurious. Hedonistic, even.
One of my fondest childhood memories is waking up on an early weekend morning to the aroma of frying bacon, the sound of the toaster popping up crunchy slices, and the intoxicating scent of percolating coffee.
You know how you see or meet someone (or several someones) and you just “click” right away? Well, that’s how it was for me and my wine group one Saturday at Marché Bacchus when Dick and Jarlene visited for the first time.