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Conversing with a glass of wine…

Some nights I miss my wife more than usual, especially this time of year. Often, no matter the hustle and bustle of our lives, she would insist we put the world aside, uncork a bottle of wine, snuggle, and talk. Often on our patio, at times the sofa, and if we were lucky it was […]

A Wine Collector’s Epitaph?

When I die… Not to be morbid, but when I die I have no desire for my epitaph to be: “We’re sure glad he always bought crappy wine!” It’s actually odd I came to love good, all too often expensive, wines, and would start a cellar I’m beginning to have considerable pride in. My dad […]

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