In wine, there is an ideal version of the experience – and then there’s the reality.
To write sympathetically about a wine, I need to experience it as part of real life. I need to drink it, and more than just once.
I’ve never actually attended one of the infamous Riedel seminars at which a sleek Riedel representative demonstrates the magic transformative power of their varietal-specific glassware – living in a small town ...
I spend many meals in fine restaurants these days trying to play defense against every passing server topping off a glass I don't want refilled. Let my guard down for a second -- laugh at a friend's joke -- and suddenly I have a full glass I didn't want.