Can anything be finer? The riot of fall colours twinkling on the gentle slope of the Niagara Escarpment, the smell of fresh-picked grapes penetrating the brisk autumn air and a crew of wine tasters (who you just happen to adore) hop-scotching in wine country in search of new vinous treasures. Continue reading
And then the rain came. Hard. And it came again, bathing Niagara wine country in a much-needed soaking. Continue reading
I believe Harald Thiel, vigneron and proprietor of the landmark Hidden Bench winery, is the happiest he can be when tasting through his own wines. It’s in his eyes, his words, in the pure joy he gets when he lines up all his bottles and tastes from one end to the other.
Note: This was originally published in Wine Tidings, now called Quench, as a year-ender based on my Instagram feed. I know it’s kind of dated now, but decided to post here anyway.
I’m scanning through my Instagram feed from the year that was in wine, or at least how it was for this one guy. It is a vinous wasteland of too many half-drunk bottles of wine and witty (at least to me) little comments tailored to a Twitter audience of like-minded people. Continue reading