It took me a few days to get everything out of our Brooklyn apartment and into my parents’ house in New Jersey. I packed my clothes and shoes, and the wine I had brought back from France three months earlier. The break-up, while rooted in the simple fact that my now ex-fiancé and I did not like each other, still seemed sudden.
Whether by accident or by design, connoisseurs have made the world of wine intimidating to even the most sophisticated city dweller. Wine tasting clubs are the quickest way to uncork the mystique, and one former vodka aficionado has created an inner city group that is doing just that, one glass at a time.