As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
Wine is for sharing. What's the fun of swirling, swishing, sloshing and yakking if my friends can't join in?
If Dracula would be happy there, so will your wine.
Beer is prose. Wine is poetry.
Some eschew wine for their religion; others just don't cotton to it. A slew of Americans consider wine a fancy-schmancy treat for special occasions. They do not understand the concept of daily wine. It's as though you insisted on confetti and a swing-band at every meal.
I can't make wine simple. But I can make it fun and beautiful, instead of esoteric and intimidating. The minute you realize it's OK to stumble along like the rest of us, asking questions and paying attention to your own reactions, then you'll begin what I hope will be a lifelong love affair with wine.
Wine lovers all speak of their First Time, a quasi-spiritual moment of awakening to wine's wonderment. After that, it's a life sentence. I've seen it happen to even the most confirmed beer sluggers.
Am I to assume you would rather not have us as clients?" "Let me think about that for a nanosecond," Dickie said. "Yes! Last time you were in my office you tried to kill me. " "That's an exaggeration. Maim you, yes. Kill you, probably not. "
The United States government first learned of the diversion of the W-88 nuclear warhead design in late 1995.
We all need a splash of bad taste. No taste is what I am against.
If you let them kill you, they will