One of those easy-going, unpretentious Chateauneufs that take me right back to hot, sunny afternoons sitting under a plane tree in a dusty village square as old men toss boules back and forth on the sand and smoke filter-less cigarettes of dark Turkish Continue reading →

Lettie describes me perfectly in her article. And I am not a wine snob. If you’re not into taking notes and scores and just want to enjoy drinking your wine, Teague apparently sees you as a problem. Continue reading →