Author: Michael W Jackson

“Think cork,” I said. Did you? If not, why not?

I have paid as little as two Euros for a NoName wine at a gas station in France, and as much as $AUD 50 for a Bandol Tempier in Melbourne.

Emboldened, I went back to try another, not knowing when to quit, when do we learn that? Not soon enough in this case.

“Pretty in Pink,” “Pink House,” “Arrogant Frog,” and others that I will not dignify by reference.

The French defined a “noble grape,” purely objectively, as one that produced a fine table wine without the need to blend in another grape. By sheer coincidence all the grapes grown in France were noble, while none grown in Spain and Italy were.

There is, and always has been, more to rosé than Mateus.