If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.
When it came to writing about wine, I did what almost everybody does - faked it
Wine is a cunning wrestler.
I prefer old-world wines like Lafite Rothschild and Margaux.
Riesling? It smells like an intensive care ward.
I'm a bit of a wine snob and like a glass of Chateaux Margaux '82 with a meal or to unwind.
The first confrontation I had with an Aussie wine was a well-known Cabernet/Shiraz and it reminded me of boiled sweets. I find a lot of Australian wines unsubtle.
I love wine tasting in Napa. I don't have a huge collection, but the bottles I do have are special.
A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
I like to pour my wines for people. I watch their eyes, I can see what they'll like. Most people say they don't like dry wine because they haven't had a dry wine that's clean and fruity, instead of a big, oaky thing.
Wine is something to enjoy. We get sick and tired of people who pick it apart and talk about its 'saucy nuances.'
I never drink wine. There's only one wine I like, but I forget what it's called. It tastes like Sprite.
The name 'The Tig' comes from a wine called tignanello, and the first time I had a sip of this wine, it was such an 'aha' moment. I finally understood what people were talking about when they spoke about the body, the legs or structure of wine.
