I generally begin my wine shopping adventures in any number of places. I feel no need to head into the wilds of suburbia to pick up a bottle of cleverly rotted grapes that were grown on a fruit farm. I also have no need to ask the clerk at the store who is usually drinkin’ …
Hot Damn! I seem to be on some sort of trend because this is the second Malbec from 2008 that I’ve reviewed. But, the first bottle was so nice; why not try out a bottle from another vineyard. (For all other hillbillies that might be reading this a vineyard is a fancy name for grape …