Orin Swift Cellars Abstract; Who Needs a Warm Blanket?

The first deep cold of this winter season came blasting through this weekend. Windchills were recorded at 35F below zero.  Snowflakes were whipped horizontally by the wind. As the system pulled away, even the sun couldn’t disguise the cold that settled in behind.  It merely glinted off the ice that remained solidly on frozen surfaces....

Argyle Willamette Valley Pinot Noir and My Sparkle Obsession

I blame my Mother. She loved things that sparkled. Not in a glitzy, cheap way, but in an elegant, classy way. I have adopted her love of sparkle and have expanded it to new heights, or perhaps depths. I fully embrace the glitzy sparkle. Glitter eyeshadow? I’ve got that. Sparkly sweaters? I own many. Bracelets...

Old Soul Cabernet on a Snowy Morning

The day dawned with the first snow of the season.  A wet snow, coating everything in still white.  The morning skies matched the gray-white of the ground. It seemed fitting that I had planned to open a favorite old vine Cabernet. The Old Soul Cabernet, born of old Lodi vines, holding quiet wisdom in...

Bogle Phantom: Two Vintages, Twice the Mystery

“Wine is better the older it is, right?” I get this question at work. A lot. I scrunch up my face.  “Well…not necessarily”, I say. Actually, the majority of wines on my store’s shelves are meant to be purchased (with the help of your friendly, knowledgeable wine specialist), carried home, opened, and CONSUMED! Post...

Seeking Comfort in Contemplation and Familiar Wines

I was thankful this weekend to have some time to reflect on this past week’s horrifying events in my community. Grieving, but moreso, trying to wrap my head around an event of such hatred. And senseless loss of lives. And trying to understand my sense of helplessness. I found solace in the warm November...

Allegrini Palazzo della Torre and Polenta in the Park

Why don’t we eat more polenta?  It leads to good things like, say, drinking good Italian wines. Or, taking lazy afternoon naps. Or, gathering with a bunch of Italian families in the middle of Iowa, for their annual polenta in the park party. Which is what I was fortunate enough to do on this...

Las Rocas Garnacha Accompanies Contemplation

Was it Summer? Or was it Fall?  Not even the Universe was sure on this day. One thing I felt quite sure of; It was the last shorts and flip-flops day I would see for a while. I spent some time out on my patio, soaking in the summer-like heat, watching the birds dart...

Franciscan Sauvignon Blanc and Goat Cheese Are Classic!

I inherited a strand of pearls from my dear Aunt Eleanora upon her recent passing.  I have not worn them, although I know I could wear them anytime, anywhere. Because, a single strand of pearls is classic.  Timeless.  Perfect. I thought of my strand of pearls while teaching a class on wine and cheese...