Category: Wine Blog

Sparkling red wine is the mullet of the wine world — party in the front, tannins in the back, and widely misunderstood by the general public. Mention it at a...

If the French wine world were a dinner party, Bordeaux would be holding court, Burgundy would be judging the cheese, and Alsace would be in the corner — weirdly overdressed,...

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who claim to love sangiovese wine, and those who’ve actually tried it and are still processing the emotional fallout. This...

There are two types of white wine drinkers. Those who swear by Sauvignon Blanc’s citrusy snap, and those who think Chardonnay deserves an apology from the entire millennial generation. You...

You pour a glass of wine after a long day, kick off your shoes, and feel—finally—human again. And just as you’re sipping your way to serotonin, an intrusive thought rolls...

Assyrtiko wine is not here to play nice. It didn’t grow up in the comforting arms of cool-climate valleys or under the shade of old French oak barrels. No, this...

If Lambrusco were a person, it would be that one mate who was the laughingstock of sixth form but somehow became wildly attractive and successful at 35, with a house...

There are wines that whisper. Gewürztraminer doesn’t. It walks into a room like it owns the vineyard, knocks over a few delicate Chablis glasses, and loudly announces, “Smell me.” It’s...

Let’s get the pronunciation out of the way first—it’s Vee-oo-rah, not some posh yoga pose or a high-end facial cream. Viura is Spain’s most widely planted white grape in Rioja,...

Let’s address the sugar-coated elephant in the room: pairing wine with chocolate is supposed to be a disaster. That’s what the sommeliers said. That’s what the books say. And yet,...

Before wine influencers and malolactic fermentation became a thing, there was Dionysus—ancient Greece’s most loveable liability. Half-god, half-chaos, Dionysus was the mythological embodiment of what happens when someone shows up...

Let’s get one thing straight before we begin: Montepulciano is a grape, not (just) a picturesque Tuscan hill town that sells postcards and Chianti to tourists in linen trousers. Confusing?...