After I got sick on a boat in the Irish Sea that stunk of Jameson before 11am, I swore off Irish Whiskey. This brought me back into the fold. It’s... read more →
May 1, 2017
I'm hunting the Leon Trotskys, the Philip Roths, the Chaucers and the Edith Whartons of the wine world. I want them natural and most of all, I want them to speak the truth even if we argue. With this messiah thing going on, I'm trying to swell the ranks of those who crave the differences in each vintage, celebrate nuance and desire wines that make them think, laugh, and feel. Welcome.