Now that we know that Mars is capable of holding an atmosphere, it’s only a matter of time until we put one up there again. When we do, I hope that the citizens of Earth have it together enough to make a joint decision about what to do with it
I had an odd moment in New York City a few months ago. A lot of wine bloggers had come together from across the country, and on Sunday morning, everyone chatted about what they had for dinner the prior evening. A few started raving about the deviled eggs at a
"Wine one is a white wine. It's clear, star-bright, and there's no evidence of gas or flocculation." Some movies rely on grand battles and epic fight scenes to keep audiences on the edge of their seats. "Somm," a new documentary from Jason Wise about three students aiming to join the
The histories told at many old European wineries are often drenched in romance, pulsing with charm, and riddled with inaccuracy--or embellishment, at least. That’s why a visit to Chateau de Saint Cosme in Gigondas is so refreshing. Owner and winemaker Louis Barruol appreciates the work that his family has done
Until now, we had to wait 20 years for a vintage port to be ready to drink. Not any more. Now it’s more like ten years – or perhaps even less. Though I had experienced some of this condensed ageing time during my last few visits to Portugal, recently I
The view is breathtaking: in front of me are the rounded, rocky peaks of the Tofane ridges, while behind me the sharp ridges of Pomagagnon Mountain jut into the sky. I am in the Dolomites, just above the famous tourist town of Cortina d'Ampezzo which is as well known for
If you play word association with a wine enthusiast and throw out the word "Oregon," chances are pretty high that the response will be "Pinot Noir." For good reason. In the 1960s, a handful of young vintners moved to the state, all passionate about wine and eager to be a
“Smile!” I felt the vineyard stones crunch under my feet as I backed up for the photo, squinting and grinning in the clean midday light. Head-trained vines stood in stiff regiments behind me, the scenery yielding to craggy mountains against a backdrop of crystalline sky. It was my fourth and