Here’s a relatively new wine blogger that is really hitting their stride: GenevelynSteelSwallows What I’m liking most about her blog and what caused me to get it on my Bloglines Reader is the character of her writing. Let’s face it, most reviews of wine on blogs and elsewhere are pretty much the same. With exceptions, they bore me to tears. Genevelyn’s reviews however make me READ. Make me read and I’ll follow you, even into the world of Virginian-made Vidal…
A critical ruling handed down in Washington State by U.S. District Court Judge Marsha Pechman is being appealed by the State. This is good. But there’s also another interesting nugget in this development in what is known as the "Costco Case." First the good. An article reports: "In its appeal, the state will argue that the judge erred when she ruled that federal antitrust laws take precedence over the state’s right to regulate alcohol. The 21st Amendment, passed in 1933,…
I’m one of those guys that likes to get to the airport early, well before my flight. It’s a thing I have about being paranoid about missing the plane. Plus, I like airports.There’s something about watching lots of people move about in a transitional state that I find fascinating. It’s going to get easier to enjoy my early arrivals when I fly out of Sacramento. A report in USA Today notes that San Francisco-based Taste, Inc got approval to open…
First, Georgia, the former Soviet satellite, sees Russia attempt to kill its wine industry by instituting a ban on importation of Georgian wine, and all for political reasons. Then, this headline comes out of Georgia: HAIL DESTROYS 80% OF VINEYARDS IN EASTERN GEORGIA What’s it take for a poor little Georgian winemaker to get a break? First it’s Mother Putin then Mother Nature out to get these guys. Eastern Georgia is the source of a significant percentage of the Georgian…
How do you know it’s time to break open the Dry Rose? When your seven day forecast looks like this. Yesterday I decided to move up my official "Rose Break Out Day" from Memorial Day to, well, yesterday. The opening salvo in my attack on defining "pleasure" was a 2004 Ravenswood Rosato. It was cool, had a darkish hue, brimmed with early raspberry aromas and flavors and the requisite acid backbone necessary to be the quaffer it was designed as….
