Scarrone - Simple Blend, But At A Price

It's early, at least it feels that way to my aching body. Through the lens of one good eye I scan the room. Empty wine bottles and glassware liter the room but no one insight. It takes all my strength to sit upright. I'm not yet prepared to move beyond this point, so I sit back and allow myself to sink into the couch. My head is pounding. I close my eyes and think back to what got me here...

A blur of good food, friends and tomfoolery rewinds in my mind. Once at the evenings source I play it forward. A ruby purple color pours slowly into a glass, unleashing intense aromas cherries with vanilla and hints of brown spice. At first sip refreshing acidity and rich tannins excite the pallet. Great complexity, excellent balance give way to a long lingering finish. In instinctively I wet my lips. It is as if I am once again sampling this fuller-bodied Barbera.

Damn you Vietti, your Barbera d'Alba Scarrone got me again. Such a beautiful wine. It is easy to find yourself giving in to her temptations, allowing the nights merriment to carry on until daybreak.

Different, Yet Still the Same - Sagelands Merlot

I haven't visited this city in years. I walk familiar streets that no longer have a familiar vibe. New shops in old spaces, buildings grown out of once open places, the old neighborhood is filled with fresh faces. I come to discover my favorite dive bar is now a hip coffee shop. I feel lost in my old town. Unable to take much more change I give. Settling for a outside seat at this hipster hangout, I need a drink. Thankfully they have more than just coffee on the beverage list.

With no stand outs in the wine list I resign to enjoy drinkable merlot from my past. As soon as my glass of Sagelands Merlot 2006 arrives I take a generous sip. Like visiting an old friend the wine fills my pallet with familiar notes. Lots of ripe berry fruit, accented by bitter chocolate and hints of leather. That's the good stuff that I remember from my last visit with this wine. A smile has finally returned to my face, I allow my eyes to close as I enjoy a second sip. This time I become aware of nice touches of smoke, fresh herbs, and a hint of leather. A new wrinkle in my memory of this wine.

Just then I hear the sweet tone of a voice almost forgotten. Opening my eyes, I see my surroundings differently now. I hear her voice again, this time it calls out my name. Turning, I see her for the first time in years. Different now, she is still beautiful. I invite her to join me for another glass of Merlot. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm in a familiar spot, with a familiar wine, enjoying the day and happy to be just were I am.

You Said it Man - Happy Fourth

The words of our fore fathers continue to ring true..."We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

Soaking in the sun from my seat at the lakes edge, I pour myself a glass of wine. Hours from now, a massive display of fireworks will explode over head. Thanks to all who have fought and defended my right to party. Another Great Birthday USA.

Breath It In - That's a Goode Wine

Sitting with this beautiful blond, I realize just can't get enough of her. Constantly drinking her in threw my nose I am overwhelmed. A kiss from her honeysuckle fragrance gives me pause. A close my eyes to meditate on her; all that she is and all that she will be once I allow her to meet my lips.

Opening my eyes now I stare at her in the glass. The juice of the Murphy Goode Sauvignon Blanc 2008 displays a bright blond color, but it is her alluring aroma that holds my attention. With another deep inhale a crooked smile crosses my face. The pleasant taste imparted in my nose just might be enough. Too often we rush to the palate before we learn to appreciate the sensations on the nose. Like only experiencing half the love, the pleasure of the juice on the lips is nothing without the first enjoying the tantalizing bouquet that fills the nose.

Still, I could only tease my senses any longer. Prior to allowing the wine to pass my lips, I take one last long breath in. From the sweet scents of honeysuckle, my senses are quickly overcome by bursts of citrus and tropical fruit. The glorious blend of texture, bright notes of grapefruit and hints of tangerine fill my mouth. The moniker of Goode fits this wine well. Allowing the flavor to linger in the back of my throat I imbibe the nose once more. I'm in no hurry, my time with this beautiful blond will be savored.

Milbrandt Sauvignon Blanc - That's Workable

A cool breeze rustles the leaves as the trees sway along the bank of the canal. It’s a weekday so most of the water-craft traffic is of a working nature. Still, a few of the passing boats appear to be out for a pleasure cruise. A tour ship passes full of out-of-towners, their eyes fixed on the passing scenery. I stare back. I'm content here in the park, not trapped aboard a floating tour. I grab my glass of wine and take a sip. (I know I shouldn't be drinking in a public place but sometimes it feels good to break the rules.)

Today is a lazy work, at least for me. Rather than slaving behind the computer I'm working on a bottle of Milbrandt Sauvignon Blanc 2007. A Washington Sauvignon Blanc, this wine leans more towards fresh fruit rather than the herbal flavors found in some renditions. The nose delivers melons, apples, mangos, oranges and kiwis. On the palate the wine is clean, bright, fresh, lively and crisp. On a warm day like today there are few beverages more refreshing than a cool glass of young Sauvignon Blanc.

A couple friends arrive by bike to help finish the bottle. We have a ride planned, but for now we will enjoy the waning moments of the workday.

Give 'em the Bird - It's Summer

Gaming has always been a cherished pastime of mine. A passion with roots that run deep in my blood. So whenever the opportunity arises to place a bet, I often do. A friendly wager just makes things more interesting… sometimes very interesting.

I admit to not know much about horse racing or even horses. In fact, when it comes to equine most of my knowledge is based on Wild Horse wines. My current favorite being Wild Horse Verdelho 2008. One of the vineyards estate-grown bottling, this wine pairs beautifully with light summer dishes, hot summer weather and good friends. A refreshing summer wine displaying bright pear and ruby red grapefruit tones. Perfect for a Belmont stakes BBQ. I got very familiar with Wild Horse Verdelho during the pre-race festivities, some might say a little to well.

So with a lack of knowledge and a slight wine buzz, my limber mind and I decided to make the race more exciting by placing a small wager. Digging in the recesses of my mind I recalled a horse named bird was favored to win. And on such a warm day it was clear to me that the bird was the word, especial since the name was Summer Bird, or so I thought...

Friends, eager to take advantage of my apparent weakness jumped at the chance to get a piece of my half cocked wager. Soon the Verdelho fueled confidence took over, easing me into bets beyond my normal comfort level. (At this point I was still unaware of my misinformed choice of horse.) As the gates opened a large roar erupted among our modest group. As the horse began to sort out their positions, a cute blond leaned in to complement me on my bold bet. From her I soon learned that another horse named bird was actually the favorite and she thought I was crazy to bet against him. I could feel my drunken jaw drop open. This could be an expensive afternoon I thought, good thing I'm enjoying the wine. Not sure if she caught the expression on my face I decided it best to covered my tracks anyway. I turned to her, smiling as if perched in the cat-bird-seat, I laid a big wet kiss on her lips. Pulling back I exclaimed, "That's just me, bold."

The race was now in the final stretch. We locked eyes, I smirked and she smiled. The crowd around us went nuts as the unthinkable unfolded, Summer Bird took the Belmont. She leaned in to kiss me and I realized who the big winner was today.

Thinking Wine - I'm A Smoking Loon

Raising my glass to take in the sweet scents of floral and nutmeg I paused before allowing the straw colored juice to touch my lips. Then just as I began, I reverse. I set my glass down as I examine headlines...
'Idol' voting controversy
A corporate sponsor confirms that its employees helped Kris Allen fans send "power texts."

$100,000 for birthday party
Celebs like Tom and Katie go to extremes for their kids' bashes.

Genetically engineered monkeys pass green glow to offspring

...Its good to have important things to ponder I thought, as I again raised my glass. This time I hardly considered the nose as the wine approached my lips. I take a generous sip. My attention is fixed on the news rather than my drink. Of course, I could likely guess the description of the wine prior to tasting. Smoking Loon Chardonnay has a way of remaining consistently pleasant from vintage to vintage. Another thoughtless sip pass as I browse more of the important news of the day.

Now fully inspired by the world around me I take a moment to ponder. Complex flavors of green apple and pear with hints of oak which lend a butteriness with touches of vanilla. One more healthy sip, held briefly on the palette confirms my assumption. I continue to ponder; what was I thinking last year.

Happy Two - Four Eh!

Beauty!
Belated of course, since we are now twenty-six years removed from Strange Brew, but for me the Two Four celebration just began.

After the conclusion of this evenings "Sixty Minutes", I discovered wine still in my glass. In an effort to entertain my now limber brain I began surfing channels, with little luck...

The NBA playoffs were on but the Super Sonics becoming the Thunder was the last straw, no more NBA for me. Sunday night baseball couldn't hold my attention so I passed. The Devil Wears Prada may have been the only movie of interest I could find but I had already seen it. For a time the "Fantasy Factory" held my attention but quickly the commercials brought an end to that. Once I resumed my search it seemed all I could find were shows about the illuminati, I guess I should see Tom Hanks new movie. Clearly the current state of television did not mesh with my current state of mind.

But in that realization I discovered a new option. A different way of thinking was needed. Off to the CBC for my answer, to which Canada replied with a rerun of the Two Four Tribute to Bob and Doug McKenzie. I was sucked in. Tom Hanks can wait, I hear the call of a different movie...Ka-roo-koo-koo-a-koo-koo-koo!

After a Fine Wine I'm Still Tortured by Torture

I've always enjoyed Hedges Three Vineyards wine. This blend consistently perks me up at the end of the day. The wine has an intriguing nose of blackberry, plum and cherry with hints of cantaloupe in the background backed up by a chorus of toasty oak spice. Medium-bodied with velvety tannins and balanced acidity, the wine delivers the complexity of its bouquet on the palate. For the value, it has yet to disappoint or let down a meal. So, before diving in, to explore our latest hearing on torture, I thought I'd pour myself a glass of Hedges Three Vineyards wine to keep me company.

It wasn't long before I was disappointed. Not by the wine, but what I was reading. Rather than bang my head against a wall of partisan redoric, wallowing in the guilt of our nations moral failures and longing for good old fashion American ideals, I decided I should enjoy what their is to enjoy. (What has happened to the America I know?) I decided to turn my focus to the open bottle of wine.

Immediately closing my laptop, I grabbed the phone as I walked toward my fridge. As I dialed a friend as I opened the refrigerator's door. "Come on over and enjoy some dinner." I replied as my friend attempted a simple hello.

Without missing a beat he asked, "What are you offering?"

After a long stare at the nearly empty frig I answered, "Pizza. Pizza and wine."

I heard him say something about being on his way as I hung up the phone. It didn't matter, I knew his answer and I needed to make another call. Taking another sip, I let the velvety fruit flavor linger in my mouth slide before I spoke. "I need a large for delivery..."

A Bottle of Wine and No Whine

Home now, I am tired. To fatigued to search for a glass, I drink wine directly from the bottle. It feels good. With every sip I let go. Relaxing ever deeper from thoughts of work, lose or pain. I melt into the couch as my mind drifts to a distant shore.

Stuck somewhere between steady employment and permeate vacation, life is surreal. Freedom leads to fun which gives way to fear only to be tempered by increasing funds which ultimately limits freedom. So we chase our tail back to the beginning only to find ourselves at the end.

Another sip and I place the empty bottle near my feet. I am struck by an image that is crawling out from the recesses of my memory. Once, only an interesting composition, the painting suddenly speaks to me. I am in the image walking along this new shore.

I close my eyes to explore the possibilities. As I drift off I hear myself whisper, "Happy birthday Salvador, happy birthday."

Last Taste of the Season

Gone Skiing

If We Took A Holiday

As the fun of previous day subsides, I look back and ponder what was discussed. Sometimes when friends, fun and wine are gathered, crazy agreements arise out of such joyful moments. Therefore, it is always important to review the events of a day to honor the integrity of a plan and especially ones word. Yesterday, on April 20th, it appears a half bake plan was created. This plan is a holiday of sorts that now sounds to good to stop. Yesterday gave birth to the idea of an epic road trip...

The Things We Do For Fun

Playing with tea bags seems like a waste of a sunny day in April. Tea is a glorious beverage to enjoy with friends and heighten the tone of a otherwise drab conversation. Tea is much better than a prop of a false protest, but then again tea in a bag like wine in a box is far from the good stuff, but I digress...

So rather than waste a beautiful sun drench day complaining, I invited a friend to meet at a patio. I thought we could share some wine while we watched for protesters. I'm betting the under on crowd size.

Resurrection

The rains of today have washed over me, unable to dampened my spirit. It has been another beautiful day in the world. The string of current happiness reaches back now for weeks rather than just days, hours or, as it was for a time, only minutes. Though the scares from the new year remain, and the hurt still lingers, I realize much of the pain from that time is buried now under the rebuilding efforts. Those efforts, finally taking hold, breath life into me.

My senses, dormant for a time in order to protect my heart are now re-awakening. Simply recalling the name of last nights wine, Antinori Tignanello 2005, brings on a vivid memory. I recall the perfumed, well-articulated aromatics in the glass. The wine's distinct scent melds into a soft, generous core of ripe red fruits is complemented by smoke, mineral, tobacco and spice overtones that fill the air.

To call this a rebirth is to not understand the process underway. The tragedy of the experience that brought me here has not gone away, nor will the wisdom that grew out of this time. I am not new, rather I feel alive once more...

Afternoon Delight - Brunch May Have a New Meaning

You never know what you might stumble across when surfing the web. Like unlocking the bowels of the human mind, everything and anything can be found inside. So when I discovered a previously unthought of use for bacon flavor I can admit; a little shock, no much surprise but a touch of curiosity, as in "why?" came to mind.

Allowing the brain to wrap itself around the idea, I guess I can envision how such an idea might work-up an appetite for a little "afternoon delight". Especially if that afternoon is merely the breakfast feast from an extended evening encounter the night before. (A good bottle of wine is know to bring people together in many ways, and how better to end such encounters then enjoying a nice breakfast.) Which is when it occurred to me that everyone loves bacon. So my thoughts changed from "why" to "why not".

Of course, allowing the thought to linger a bit longer I then wondered, what were the inventors of such a product snorting?

Message In A Bottle

While sharing a bottle of wine today the complexity of the banking industry sunk in, let me explain...
I found myself sitting at the bar at a small bistro, snacking on food but focused on wine. Rather than drinking glass after glass I cut to the chase and ordered a bottle. Next to me sat a well dressed man, who after a offer to share some wine, felt compelled to share his story. He was winding down a 30+ year carrier in banking. A journey that began when he was fresh back for our nations last tragic war, Vietnam. With a young family just beginning, he needed a job that would be stable, reliable and allow him to make decent money. Bank seemed to fit the bill, and for the majority of his life he was right. By working hard, not taking risks and conservatively investing his disposable income he was able to build a small fortune. As retirement approach he saw his net worth reach beyond 5 million dollars. It seemed that soon he and his wife would be able to relax into the sunset as the regal grand parents always financially able help a family member in need or spoil the grand kids when they wanted. As the son of immigrants he felt like he'd achieved the "American Dream". The dream that drew his parents to risk everything many years ago. Hope in the future of their child, this banker, was all they had to go on. No guarantees.

But now this man, who still wears a suit to work everyday (while the rest of us get away with jeans) was sitting next to me at the bar, with hope the only thing left in his eyes. Work for him is so slow that no one noticed that when he chose not to return from lunch. His bank, like many banks around the country is in trouble. So bad in fact that he may not have a job in a few weeks, much less a retirement. Additionally, his investments in the market have evaporated. This one time multi-millionaire now has a few hundred thousand in the bank. Just enough I figured to last out his uncertainty but no longer the empire he thought he'd created. His honest hard-work was now gone all because others were rewarded when they took shortcuts.

Still as we talked I felt no bitterness in his voice, only sadness. Sadness not for himself, but sadness for those around us. Unable, unwilling, unsure how to share their story. Tough times are ahead, tough times for us all. But as we sat and shared our wine I found hope in our talk. Together we'll find a way to get by...

It Begins Anew

Spring is here. A new season for growth is finally underway.

It's Not Easy Being Green - But It Can Be

Right about now we all could use a little green, but today is not the day for worries. Instead, wear a little green. Drink something green. Celebrate because you can. Rather than being green, live happily and you'll discover that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

It's Eco Nomics - Dude

If you're an American and you love wine, you must know it was California that helped make it all possible. Like it or not, before 1976 wine was not on the consumption map in the United States. Before that, good wine in the US was an underground delight known only by the few who sought it out. Now, wine making grapes are so readily available that California often experiences a grape glut. An unthinkable thought before that fateful day back in 76.

With the current struggles of the World's economy new pervious unthinkable ideas are starting to surface. California's own personal mess has this trend setting state contemplating a radical idea. Will this be the dawn of a new green economy?

We've heard it before, it is time for change. The problem is when are we going to listen. Perhaps we all need to take time to relax and alter our thinking.

Can You Hear Me Now?

Alone in the woods, I slowly made my way back to the car. The sun was just setting as the parking lot came into view, the serenity of my hike would soon be over. Rather than returning to society I decided to linger. Finding a perch on a fallen log, my new vantage allowed me to take in the many colors of the retreating sun. Believed I'd be taking in a few more moments of peace, I pulled a "water" bottle from my pack. it still contained a few swallows of wine. A choice Merlot, a winter sunset, and a chance for quiet reflection, I can't think a better way to end a day. Little did I know the events of this day in 1876 would shatter my hopes for a quite moment with the setting sun.

Back on March 10th, 1876, Thomas A. Watson heard the words that would forever alter human communication. A machine conveyed the audible thoughts of another person in a different part of the world. In that case the other room. The magnitude to the moment may have been lost over the years, especially now that we can easily share our most trivial thoughts with people on the other side of the world. But how different life once was, when it took human contact to pass along our intimate thoughts. Now we've grown accustom to the roll of machines in relaying our messages.

As I sat, believing to be alone, on that log with wine in hand I heard a muffed beep. Pulling my blackberry from my pocket I read the thoughts of a newly delivered text. " -- come here -- I want to see you." Apparently Mr. Watson was not to be the only one summed on this day.

I left my thoughts behind with the sunset and return to the car. Thanks to my phone the stress of society was back.

Buzz Killed - Have a Glass of Prosperity

When sudden prosperity slips away in the ether of just a prank, perhaps their is nothing better to wash away the pain then an affordably drinkable bottle of wine. Cheers to Prosperity...


Still, $500,000 would have been nice.

Take'n Her Easy For All the Sinners

I needed to roll. Back in the states and still jobless, a distraction was in order. Over a few glasses of wine, I convinced some friends that time at the bowling alley knocking pins around would help take the edge off the day. Strikes and gutters, life gives you both. The key is to just keep rolling and eventually something comes along that will make you smile.

Bowling has a way of cheering up the soul, but on this day it was the encounter we made that gave us that day's smile. There, practicing in the lane next to us was a guy preparing to bowling for a higher purpose, kids; in the hope of inspiring success and encouraging dreams. We all could use a little of that nowadays, so we gave him a few pointers and donated to his "Little Urban Achievers". I hope you do the same,... I'm sure the dude would.

It's Tuesday and I'm Fat

A week of sins can really take a toll on the body. No wonder Catholics give something up for lent, it is the only way to recover after a week of Mardi Gras celebrations. Red meat, alcohol, swearing, all list topers of things to give up for lent, and for good reason. When I sober up in the morning I'm guess abstaining from one, if not all of those may sound like a good idea... Of course a little red wine in moderation (aka - the blood of Christ) is not a bad idea. Even lent should be handled in moderation.

Welcome to the Baja

Cold beer in a hot shower, I taste of salt. Sometimes wine isn’t the right beverage for the occasion. After a day of chasing dolphins, swimming with sea lions and watching a grey whale partake in dinner, I’m back at home relaxing. Now clean, I can enjoy a feast of my own. Beneath a starlight night a plate of nachos and a few margaritas will do. It’s a perfect end to an almost perfect day. I feel happy.

Take Me Away - Bring Me Wine

Finally aboard my flight, the last leg of travel is underway. Vacation will soon begin. The beverage cart arrives at my seat and the inevitable question is posed, “Anything to drink?” Before it becomes clear to my head, it is obvious to my mouth. I hear myself say, “A glass of wine would be nice.”

A plastic cup embossed with the word “Horizon” is placed before me. The white wine within emits floral notes with a hint of honeysuckle. Breathing in the wine’s bouquet, I feel the tenseness in my shoulders relax. It is only mid February but already the New Year seems long. This vacation marks a rebirth for me.

I toast myself with a glass of unknown wine.

Lost in Transition

During the brief break between announcements I have a moment to think. However my focus is soon broken by the next broadcast, perhaps this news pertains to me.

Stuck between flights, time drags on with anxious anticipation. People moving in all directions, everyone has somewhere to go. Each of us wondering are we on time, is it delayed, am I in the right spot, do I have what I need, how long until I get there, when can begin to relax.

The promise of vacations feels so distant while trapped in the airport terminal. No one here is at ease. Instinctively the most nervous among us migrate to the bar in hopes of finding normalcy and escape from the masses. To me it feels like reaching for a crunch, a way to dull the senses. Still, I like the other I now share space with have come to the bar for a drink.

Here, in one of the distant outposts of LAX, my beverage choices are limited. I stare at the wine selection hoping that I’ve overlooked a gem, praying a suitable wine will soon reveal itself; no luck.

Rather than succumbing to disappointing juice I resign to lap the terminal once more. As I set out I’m greeted by another PA announcement, "Horizon flight 2603 has been delayed". It’s going to be a long walk about the terminal.

Stimulus Package

After another long fruitless day of searching for a job, I like many Americans sought relief. A knock at the door jarred me from the web and pulled me back to reality. Stepping away from my computer I went to answer the door. An old friend had come to visit and to make sure I still found joy in life. We sat down for a nice long talk...

I realized that through all the tough times and disappointment I can count on the joy of good friends. Life can feel hard but as long as we have friends it is worth pushing onward. As my pal departed he left behind a few choice bottles of wine. "I hope they help to inspire you in the future." he said as he turned to leave. Looking over the package of bottles I knew this delicious assortment of juice would fit the bill when the time was right.

Good Friends, good friends,...what more is their to say but THANKS.

Super Beating

Woe ho here it comes... In a couple more hours it will no longer be a surprise.

New Appreciation of Pink

Under the strain of tremendous change I've abstained form drink to dull my pain. Recently a wise friend convinced me it was time to relax my worries and dull my wanting mind. Initially I was hesitant to partake, especially when a bottle of "Pink" colored sparkling Italian Rosa was placed before me. But eventually every heavy heart needs a little love, so I was seduced to undress the bottle and drink in the beauty within...

Rosa Regale for me unleashed more than just stream of small bubbles bursting into aromatic hints of rose petals leading to a fruity floral flavor. Like a psychedelic drug it expanded my thinking and reopened my heart. Suddenly, from the back of my mind poured out the soft sounds of a new mantra,
na-na-na-na na-na na na-na-na-na na-na
na-na-na-na na-na na na-na-na-na na-na

The wine allowed me to look pass my personal guilt to see my pain..."I gave you life, I gave my all, You weren't there, you let me fall.."

I still except the effects of my misguided actions leading to this woeful change but the experience with Rosa Regale remained me that in every relationship two are to blame. And now removed for the intoxicant the sobering truth still lingers..."I've got a brand new attitude, And I'm gonna wear it tonight"

na-na-na-na na-na na na-na-na-na na-na
na-na-na-na na-na na na-na-na-na na-na

Change and the Unknown

The world is different today. Full of promise, full of hope, full of anticipation for a new future. I however find my mood tempered. What should be a joyous day is a somber moment. The lose of one's personal future can cloud the hope one has for the planet.

I known not where we are heading as a nation. I do know it will be a tough road. Eventually though we will weather the storm and the good times will return. That I know to be true.

I know not where I am heading. I have greater fear in this journey. I mourn the lose of my past that held all the hope of my future. But eventually I too will weather the storm and the good times will return. I know I must believe that to be true.

Another Year Over

...A new one just begun. Like a tidal wave 2009 rushed in suddenly wiping out all signs of 2008. Indiscriminately it has cleansed me of all the baggage of the previous year, stripping me clean. Everything is gone, everything. I'm am vulnerable to the newness of it all and longing for the good things that were sacrificed with the bad. I hurt.

Have a drink without me, but please enjoy.

Doesn't Feel Like a Champagne Day

Although it should be an exciting champagne moment the images struck me differently,...Shades of 9/11.

Souless Sinner and Chief

In the wake of all the death and destruction left behind by "W", I'd hate to see what things would have looked like had he sold his soul. That is assuming he has one.

Shoes Are Not Enough - Give Bush the Boot

As I watched the infamous shoe incident once again, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. Pausing to pour a glass of wine I was suddenly struck by the symbolism of the moment. Perhaps it was the rich bright crimson ruby of the wine that brought the tragedy of the moment into focus. Or maybe the complex layered nose of ripe black cherry, overlaid with dark chocolate and violets that sparked my thinking. But it could have been simply the wine's label that made the shoes incident so clear. Trevor Jones Boots Grenache.

Unlike other commentators that contrast this shoe throw spectacle with toppling of the Saddam statue. For me, this moment awakens memories of the traveling boots memorial that visually brings to life the lives lost in this needless war.

It is bad enough to see all the boots let behind by the brave soldiers who lost their life because the Bush administration lied us into war. But an equally shocking part of the display is the piles of shoes that represent the now millions of Iraq's that have died since the invasion.

For now W was able to avoid a pair of shoes but I pray the souls of the many lives he has effected will continue to haunt him.

Happy Repeal Day

Thankfully no more prohibition. Need I say more.

Say it Ain't so - No More MOJO

A guess I should have seen it coming. Had I spend more time with my favorite channel on the web rather than watching it on my HD TV I would have know this day was coming. But since I was unaware of the looming doom, I was surprised to discover that today the MOJO channel was been cancelled.

For me MOJO had become a mind numbing desert, enjoyed after dinner with a nice glass of wine. With the stress of the work day now behind me, I would relax with TV pals like Zane Lamprey. Together we'd learn how best to catch a buzz all over the world. As I wine greek, I have been looking forward making a new friend in Billy Merritt on UnCorked. But that is all on hold for now.

Instead I stare at a simple text message on a black screen. Wine in hand and sadness in my heart. I've lost my MOJO.
Let's have a drink.

Enjoy the Excess of Thrift

Naturally the news of a continuing recession forces one to start thinking. The safe bet is to close down and guard every penny, wait out the down turn so you're ready to enjoy life when the sun starts shinning again. But what is life if not enjoyed. So rather than taking pennies to the bank, why not just spend those dime more wisely.

Old curmudgeons like Andy Rooney have been doing that for years. Recently he shared his advice and for the most part his money saving ideas aren't half bad. The one thing I'd add is when dinning out, amp-up the enjoyment with a bottle of wine. Just be smart, bring the bottle, pay the corking fee. For the price you pay for a crappy bottle at a restaurant, you could buy the entire case on-line.

A Day to Celebrate with a Bottle of Cristal

Still a glow from last night's historic results, it felt like a morning toast was in order. Eyeing that special bottle for a special celebration, we wondered for a moment if we could open a bottle of Cristal to start the day. The answer was simple and resounding. Like the sweet buzz from the holy water we would soon be drinking, the delight of that answer would stay with us all day. That inspiring answer to our simple question will cure this nation and delay my celebratory hangover. So as the cork popped we yelled the answer...

YES WE CAN

Waiting for? - No Ready for Change

Tonight I plan to stay home. Just relax, drink some wine and watch the game... but tomorrow things will change. Tomorrow, I'm going to wake-up and make change happen. Tomorrow, like many other great Americans I will do my patriotic duty. Tomorrow I will vote,... vote for change. So What'sssss Uuuuup!!!

Did you vote yet?

What the F@#K ?

Am I drunk? I must be. Maybe I'm reading this map wrong, right? I started with only a glass of Broken Stone Pinotage 2003, but as I read this unbelievable article I guess I must have poured another glass, or two. Either way the bottle of Broken Stone Pinotage 2003 is gone and I can't believe what I'm reading.

If this article makes sense to anyone please let me know what it means. If like me this map surprises you, ask a friend what it means. Maybe they can help explain to us what is going on, because this isn't the America I grew-up in. Now days it sounds more like the South Africa of my youth... But I must be drunk, maybe another glass of Pinotage will help make sense of this.

Mad About Wine - Buy It

The housing market is in turmoil, the stock market is volatile and commodity market is sinking. And yet it seems the dollar, at least for now is holding strength. But it makes one wonder were one earth is it safe to invest. Is this the end... or the perfect time for a new beginning? I suggest people invest in jobs, that is the future of America.

For the wine lover here is a bold, full-flavored idea to drink-in:
"Online wine store has 8000 customers, 2000 wines online and can ship to 30 states. Online sales annually around $500,000 and growing. Everything is already in place to succeed."

Instead of always seeking wine on the web, why not start selling it? A heady idea for some, but these are heady time, and if all goes well in November, investing in change now will be something you can believe in.

Help Joe - Vote, then Enjoy More Wine

Gather some friends, grab a bottle of wine and give five minutes of your attention to understand what is going on...

There is no perfect candidate, or perfect party. It isn't a choice of the lesser of two evil but it a choice about the better of two options. Obama is not an anti-American muslim terrorist and McCain isn't for the average Joe. These are simple facts.

So take the time to get educated and then vote. Voting is our right and voting is the basis of our Democracy. Make sure you Vote.

Both candidates understand the importance of voting. One wants all eligible voters to vote, the other fears it. One has worked with and for the average Joe, the other thinks $250,000 is average. It only takes 5 minutes to watch... but it tells you so much about the candidates motives.

No Vote No Freedom

Cheers to Joe - Your Night, Your Wine.

As the final debate of this Presidential season wore on I quickly realized these candidates were not talking to me they were talking to who they thought I am, Joe. A basic, easy to characterize, average American, a basic Joe. Well guess what fellas, and miss Hockey mom USA, we are tired of you talking down to us as basic Joe's.

We are not numb skulled Joe six-packs with little brains and even less depth. We are not just GI Joes that you can continue to sacrifice on the alter of "nation pride" without having to know who I am. We are not just Joes that own a road side dinner hoping you pull over for a cup of Joe and a slice of pie. And we are not just Joe who needs help with his small business, but it plumbing or something else.

We are Americans, so stop calling us Joe. The problems we face as a nation are not small, nor are they simple, so do not dumb down your answers so that any old "Joe" can understand them.

Any Joe would agree, given the state of the world, tonight's debate was the biggest waste of time. If you don't know by now where these candidates stand you are a simple Joe. But for all of us that do, it is time to end the talk and time for someone to start leading again because currently we are being "lead" by a guy dumber than Joe.

W is a jackass and compared to him any Joe will do.

BTY - I thought "my friends" would be the drinking game key word, who know it would be Joe.

A Bottle of Deutz Blanc de Blanc 2002 Waiting on the Shelf

I have a bottle of Deutz Blanc de Blanc 2002 just waiting on the shelf. I can hardly wait to hear that cork pop and the release of the wine's powerful nose. Aromas of grapefruit, dried flowers, white peaches and hints of toast fill my head as I envision the palate, crisp and lively. As my imagination drinks in the wine I'm reminded of peaches and fresh lemon peel. The beauty of this wine will only be matched by the happiness of the moment for which I have been holding on to this bottle. The moment that "W" is out of office will be the moment to celebrate.

In the eight long years that he has been occupying the White House our country has experienced a glaring lack of leadership. On his watch our nation was attacked, cities were destroyed, infrastructure has crumbled, debt has ballooned and the economy is in crisis. And the only constant throughout has been George W Bush is slow to react.

As the Market looses again, this time over 600 points, the President continues to remain silent. Fear is gripping the nation, NIE's regarding the wars are even scarier and all we are left with only faith that an election will change things. Unfortunately that new President can't start until next year which means our nation has nearly three months to survive without leadership. God help us.

Still, this is the United States of America and I still believe in "We the People..." Together we can make our country great again, but first we need to throw out the Corporatist regime that has torn down this nation for a quick buck. Once they go I'm ready to pop my bottle of Deutz Blanc de Blanc 2002 to celebrate.

Dominus - Enjoy the Freedom to Drink Lavishly

Any fan of California wine should take the time to enjoy Dominus Estate Red Wine 2004. At first blush the price might seem out of reach for most, especially given the current state of the economy. However, after the first sip you quickly realize life is to short. Having the freedom to enjoy this wine is one of many freedom we should not take for granted. I strongly urge everyone to enjoy the freedoms we have while we still have them. I fear that by the 28th of this month freedom in America will look very different.

In America We Do Not Believe in Torture

Visiting with friends last night I was confronted with the torturous offer of 2 Buck Chuck. (Why waste your money and your guest's time with such horrible wine, especially when better options at equally affordable prices are available.) This is America and we don't believe in torture,... or do we?

Truth is, as a nation we do not believe in torture. In fact we have clear laws forbidding the practice. Our nations anti-torture roots date back to orders issued by General George Washington (the nations 1st president) during the Revolution. But as we've discovered the truth is less clear under the current administration. Yet it doesn't need to be. Torture is torture and it is a horrible way to treat people, even those people that we know to be our enemy. So when people admit to torture or admit to planning how and when torture should be carried out, or worse plan on how they can get around torture laws; these people should be subject to the law and stand trail.

Rice has admitted holding torture meetings in the white house. CIA operatives have admitted they tortured prisoner, in fact they had the torture interrogations on tape. Even President Bush claims knowledge of torture meetings. In fact he states, "..No. I mean, as a matter of fact, I told the country we did that. And I also told them it was legal. We had legal opinions that enabled us to do it."

We shouldn't be surprised by all the crisis our country is currently facing. Our so called leaders have no regard for this nation and our laws. By allowing them to run wild for 8 long years we've facilitated this mess. It is time to correct our error. The laws of this constitutional democracy should be enforced and this torturous regime must be brought to justice.

Prosecco - All Day Drinking Wine

With October just around the corner its time to celebrate what we have, mourn what we have lost and start working towards bring back what this nation once stood for,... but alas unfortunately things will get worse before they get better.

If you haven't been reading what is going on you might not understand what it is I'm ranting about. I urge you to google "Army Homeland Tours" and read for yourself.

In my judgement after today we have one last day of freedom under the constitution, who knows what is coming next. So I suggest a bottle of Prosecco an excellent all day drinking wine. Enjoy tomorrow because the rules change in October.

House Wine is Fine but We All Need a Home

Coming home after a hard day and enjoying a glass of wine is one of my favorite simple pleasures. Any wine will do, I often enjoy Magnificent Wine Company House Red an excellent everyday wine that both excites the palette and sooths the soul, but it is the act of enjoying home that makes that end of the day glass so appealing.

For many Americans today however, this simple pleasure has become a true luxury. With prices rising, along with unemployment it is no wonder that foreclosures are also on the rise. It is no secret that the economy is in shambles. Even this idiot President has finally seemed to have caught on. And while the power brokers in Washington debate how to handle a bailout bill, average citizens are losing their homes. Worse still, those without out homes, trying to live with some dignity are being forced from their personal sanctuary.

We can't sit back anymore and watch as the rich get richer, the leaders bicker and the rest of us get screwed. We need to get back to doing what Americans have always done when times were tough. Roll up the sleeves and pitch-in with your neighbor. We don't need to give $700 billion in Wallstreet hand-outs, we just need to give those in need a hand-up...
All of US.

Perhaps McCain Needs to Relax with a Glass

Sounds to me that someone hasn't done his homework thinks he found an excuse to skip the Friday test. Granted, with all the uncertainty in the world I wouldn't want to debate an intelligent person like Obama either. Than again, I'm not running for President so I have the luxury to pick and choose what I do and don't want to do. But as a candidate for the highest position in the land, it is the duty of that person to speak to the people and debate their opponent. In times like these, before we vote, we need to know how these people act and think.

McCain, if you are nervous, I suggest a glass of Cloudline Willamette Valley Pinot Noir 2007. The soothing blue label and the wine's soft, round palate, with a delightful core of cherries and red fruits makes it an superb sipping wine. Perfect to calm the the soul in these troubling times.

Sit Down with a Glass of Wine and Read

Ignorance may be bliss but it is no longer acceptable. The election of the next US President has begun, some mail-in ballots have already been released. So please make sure you not only vote but make sure you are an informed voter.

With a glass of Caymus Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2006 I sat down and read Naomi Wolf's article from the Huffington Post: The Battle Plan II.

As my blood pressure began to rise from what I read the wines powerful aromas of ripe dark fruit, with notes of vanilla, cocoa and rose petal helped to settle my nerves. The richness and a finely-grained “cocoa” texture, of every sip allow me to think clearly as I continued to read. And as the reality of this scary vision sank in, it was Caymus Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2006 flavors of chocolate, dark berry fruits and the classic cabernet cassis that reminded me of the good that survives in this world.

We are the world that we create; so speak out, take the right of your vote seriously and help restore the grandness of a Free Nation.

Put Down That Glass of Wine and Pay Attention

Wake-up America. This "Bail Out" is not for you, it's for those that caused this problem.

No more time to joke about how mentally sophomoric the current president is.
No more time to laugh at how grossly unqualified the current GOP VP candidate is.
No more time to ignore the endless wars in which we are sacrificing our troops and our treasure.
No more time to just drink wine and hope for a better tomorrow.

It's time to get back to work making this nation great again, not sitting idly by watching as our current misleadership continues to scare us into taking money from our pockets to give to their friends.