I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.
Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.
It's all about the blanket. Blanket, pillow, and red wine. You should always be asleep on a plane.
Wine lovers have known for centuries that decanting wine before serving it often improves its flavor. Whatever the dominant process, the traditional decanter is a rather pathetic tool to accomplish it. A few years ago, I found I could get much better results by using an ordinary kitchen blender.
Winelibrary.tv was about building personal brand equity. It was a business move. Now, it was totally surrounded by a passion for wine, but I very much gave a lot of thought to doing a sports-video blog instead.
Really, truly, try to figure out what your palate is all about. If you've determined that you don't like dirty old stinky wine - old-world flavors - you probably like new-world fruit bombs. Stick to Shirazes and California Cabernets or Zinfandels.
My mother had a book club that would dissolve into opening wine.
I didn't know how many independent bookstores had amazing wine lists until I toured with 'Another Brooklyn.'
Italian wines are my favorites. I like a big, booming red wine that blows your taste buds away.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Wine is bottled poetry.
Today, grass-roots Republicans want to drink a bottle of 2010 small-government wine, but our candidates were bottled in another era, before the tea party's ideas took root.
I'll tell you what I love. Sending back bottles of wine that aren't right in restaurants in France! Whoa! I love the French, but I do find their wine snobbery something unbearable.
When we won the title, I received gifts and cards, bottles of wine, and Champagne. When I was sacked, my house was full.
I'll tell you the truth: I had a double brandy before the game but, before, it used to be four bottles of whisky. Not any more. I was fine. I had a glass of wine after the game. But it was just a mouthful.
From age 16, I lived and breathed wine. I read every magazine and book about wine.
Bronze in the mirror of the form, wine of the mind.
Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.
We are delightfully trapped by our memories. I can't drink a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape Vieux Telegraphe without revisiting a hotel bistro in Luzerne, Switzerland, where I ate a large bowl of a peppery Basque baby goat stew. A sip and a bite. A bite and sip. Goose bumps come with the divine conjunction of food and wine.
I like white wine when it's young and vigorous. I don't think you should cellar white wine at all, unless it's white Burgundy, and definitely not nonvintage Champagne.
