Fifty years ago, Maximilian Riedel could have been a standout example of that archetypal staple of the American Retail frontier, the Traveling Salesman. I marvel at the amount of miles this Guru of Glassware logs in pursuit of his evangelical mission… Read More ›
Stories about, or suggestions for, wines and special occasions!
I had the great pleasure of spending Thursday evening at decarolis design & marketing in San Jose as “wine host” for a Wine & Jazz themed event, courtesy of an invitation from Vince DeCarolis, principal and founder of the company…. Read More ›
I received the most wonderful gift very recently, and with the permission of my kindly benefactor, I’d like to tell you about it; I received a package in the mail, which I was not expecting, from an address I didn’t recognize…. Read More ›
The Beet Generation -or- We Got The Beet -or- Bestill My Beeting Heart -or- Grilled Beets And Petite Sirah, Oh My!
So there I was, standing in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner, and my missus said, “That reminds me, I need to use those beets …” But her particular and special treatment of beets is a… Read More ›
My Baby Got Sauce -or – The Thrill Of The Grill -or What Do Grilled Salmon And The Ridge Vineyards Santa Cruz Mountains Estate Chardonnay Have In Common?
The answer to the last question in the title of this post is “The sauce I made my missus last night.” Here’s what I made: First off, a beautiful piece of wild caught Alaskan salmon, skin removed. Then garlic. I… Read More ›
The Big Sleep -or- The 1977 Monte Bello Arises -or- Fly On The Wall To A Dispatch From The Wine Front
If the nose of the ’74 Silver Oak was tobacco, the nose of the ’77 Monte Bello was a Montecristo cigar straight from Fidel’s pocket. Although the fruit was undoubtedly showing some age, it presented beautifully with dark cassis and berry flavors, along with deep spice, leather, and a bit of oak. The dark flavors elicited a “Nectar of the Devil” summation of the wine. In the off chance you have any ’77 in the cellar, the wine is clearly ready to drink, although will probably remain solid for a few more years.
Ok, in the service of full disclosure, I’ll admit that I strongly considered titling this post “A Picnic Partaking Of Particularly Pleasing Petite Sirah, Breathtakingly Buoyant Barbera, and Captivatingly Contemporary Cabernet That Confounds One’s Considerations Of Chronology And The Calendar!” But… Read More ›
1991 RIDGE Monte Bello: The Greatest Of Them All? -or- Life, I Love You, Cheers! -or- Wine As Zen Awareness Ritual -or- A Monte Bello Mash Note
Were I to ape a sly trope from the folks over at Slaked, I might dare fashion this in epistolary form, that is to say, as a love letter. Because I could. Because I love this wine. Because I am… Read More ›