Tag: wine
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Keepin’ It Real Simple: My Visual New Years Resolution
Taking a page from one of my favorite wine bloggers out there, I’ve decided to compile a few things that have inspired me of late. Sure I’ve Instagram’d these, or have them sitting on my phone, but just because I’ve snapped the shot doesn’t mean it needs to be forgotten. The only real resolution I […]
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#WineWednesday: ‘Que Up Your Wine Pairings
Put down that beer! Yes, brewskies and BBQ are classic, but let’s go for something a little off-beat here. Whether you love your meat smoked or grilled, rubbed or sauced, sweet or spicy, wine can always be paired with that BBQ you’ve painstakingly perfected. Here are some tips for enjoying those juicy ribs and sizzling […]
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Twisted Growing Pains: Life in New York City + Learning to Cope
My first year anniversary in New York City is around the corner (August 15), and it’s a big day for me. While an obvious temporal marker, it is also an opportunity to reflect on my time here. As the day gets closer, I can only pause and reflect on where I started to where I […]
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Pomp + Circumstance: Another Rosé from Provence
Another day, another rosé from Provence. Truth be told, I think I stumbled upon my first gateway-wine with my last tasting. I was lucky enough to taste this beauty (Pomponette) at work and were it not for its small production/limited supply, I’d daresay I found my vino for the summer. Think about your perfect day. The smells, the […]
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Move Along, Spring: Pouring Triennes Rosé, Just Cuz
Ok, so it’s raining outside. Whatever. The calendar says March 20, which in my head translates to “see ya, Father Winter.” In celebration, I’m pouring me some rosé. Now look, I’m a man with working manparts and I just don’t understand what everyone’s deal is with us masculine-types drinking the blush. It’s good. It’s refreshing. […]
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Priests + Persimmons: Pairing a Spanish White with a Deadend Date
It’s few and far between that any wine leaves a bad taste in my mouth, especially when it’s something as delicious as this Can Feixes, from Spain. But when you get, you know, scorned or something by no less than *ahem* a priest, well, bad taste is all you have left. (Disclaimer: he was Episcopalian and […]