Sorry for the clichéd headline. I’m still reeling from an actual headline I saw in this morning’s paper, that was so good I was scared to...

When I returned from ten years living in Germany, I settled in Washington DC, determined to get some sort of job – any sort of job – in...

I promised to go live with these as soon as they were finished, and here’s the next one. It’s rather crowding on the Glatzer, but I spend...

The first of the tasting reports is up, and another will follow before the week is out. Then there’ll be a pause as I wait for more...

Most people who read about wine choose to; they opt in, as it were, they enter the country-of-wine-writing. But some people encounter...

When I first met Peter Liem, I had a lot more hair, and my beard was all pepper and no salt. He was a fairly obscure guy publishing a...

It was one of those late winter days that felt good and looked awful. Light-jacket weather for my walk in the Forest Hills cemetery, but...

There’s a famous saying in Zen studies (so famous that even I know it; I do not study Zen) that to hit the target you don’t aim for the...

The first samples – mostly Austrians and Champagnes – will start reaching me in a month or so. Tasting will begin toot sweet. The ol’...

Some would have you believe it. Once upon a time, not so long ago, a curious type of American wine merchant evolved. Back then there were...