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?...

Let’s start with the basics: Sangiovese is Italy’s most planted grape, but don’t expect it to act like it’s common. Oh no. Sangiovese is the kind of grape that walks...

Here’s the thing about Riesling: it suffers from an epic PR problem. Mention Riesling at a dinner party and watch half the room assume you’re about to start banging on...

Once upon a time, rosé was that suspiciously sweet liquid in your aunt’s fridge that looked like mouthwash and tasted like regret. Fast forward to now, and suddenly it’s chic,...

Grüner Veltliner wine: the syllabic workout your sommelier dreads and your palate didn’t know it needed. It’s Austrian. It’s white. It’s criminally underappreciated. And yes, it sounds like the name...