  Hold Your Glass With Class!Click here for more.
 What To Do When Serving Kangaroo? Pairing food and wine is an easy feat to master and can be acted out quite beautifully, with great panache, by adhering to three basic rules...
One of the most unnerving remarks about wine for a connoisseur to hear is the mention of "legs" which are also referred to at times, as "tears."
I am a savory woman. I consume obscene quantities of olive oil daily and adore capers, olives, white anchovies and goat cheese. Sweets have never been my kick, chocolate is not a big part of my life and I could take a pass on dessert altogether. This girl likes her salt!
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 So You Speak "The Brown Palace?" Bordeaux wines are where I began. I was 10 years-old and persuaded my parents to allow me my own glass of wine with my dinner, more nights than not. I wasn't driving after all, and I had an unexplainable interest in gourmet food and wine, which my family chose to honor and encourage...
A young man "crumbed the table," and a black napkin was even draped across your colleague's lap, to match his clothing, so white lint would not fleck his fine attire. Evert touch of class was evident at that restaurant and still, there was not one palatable bottle of wine on that menu! Sound familiar?
When you live in New England and the middle of winter hits; those nude beaches of St. Barth's, the near 60 some odd gourmet restaurants on that eight-mile island and the tulip shaped goblets of incredible Bordeaux create a fabulous escape...
When people enjoy Port at great length, it is with exclusivity or a coveted and meticulous tongue. They are enthralled by the deep tastes that emanate from this highly regulated wine and take pride learning about bottle aged and cask aged differences and tantalizing attributes...
Gone is the day of the famed "Three Martini Lunch" or at least in the circles of which I happily flutter. But alive and thriving is the ancient tradition which many foreigners know well...
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 Don't Be A Dork With Your CorkClick here for more.
 Age Only Matters If You're A Wine Or A Cheese "Age doesn't matter to you at all!" That isn't entirely true however, because much like my selectivity with men (a genre where age indeed holds significance to me), I find that wines and their ages, mean something different to each palate...
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 Great Grape or Astounding Ambience? We convinced ourselves that those bottles were the very best to hit our tongues. Ever. Then the other shoe falls. We return to our natural habitat and go to tenuous lengths tracking down the merchants who either have 'our wine'...
The folk behind the rubbers and screws are professing their method to be an antibacterial modality, in that 'corked bottles' will no longer be an issue if the stopper is made of sterilized plastic. Sorry folks. That doesn't hold muster...
Declaring a "house wine" for your abode is a vital step in expanding your connoisseurship surrounding oenology. This is a way of you expressing your expertise through selectivity and through repeated praise for an affordable grape...
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 Is It "Open the Bottle Night" Yet? Often in this era, when people save 'that special bottle' for that 'special occasion,' they are deprived the opportunity to drink it, due to heinous tragedy or death. To lug around your special Reserve as it evolves into the best salad dressing it can be, may be missing the moment and the magical mystification that opening wine when you wish, can uncork...
There is no dish more satisfying to my senses and tongue than carpaccio. Ravishing raw slices, pounded thin, of the highest grade possible of meat or fresh fish, fanned across a plate in sprawling 'come hither' ribbons that beg so very righteously to be pressed against my lips...
A minimalist I have always been, but stemware and paraphernalia to open wine, find its way to my new abode through every move. I no longer have my Rabbit opener and my handbag of choice is so tiny that I'm lucky to have a retractable Heckler & Koch knife that when closed, fits into the palm of my hand...
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 How Merlot Can You Go?Click here for more.
 Your Insignia Should Be On The Table It was the first special order, and for a highly allocated wine, which I had placed for a customer while working in that wine store. Having taken a job in a family run shop in New Hampshire, I was enthusiastic to assist customers in every way possible when it came to their enjoyment of grape...
To look back in astonishment is a reflex response which I experience often. Unfathomable at times, is the list of wines I've consumed, the places I have been and the people I have met...
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