So, apparently there is a terroir battle between those who smell each soil particle in a glass and those who only smell alcohol and cry “Pour on!” I’m posting Dwight Furrow’s review of the situation, along with Compound Interest’s blog on the aroma of the sea–something particular dear to my heart when I curl up with a Laphroaig or Ardbeg at night and imagine lighthouses, storms, creaking tree limbs, and zombies. 85 more words
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Margaux. A château that brings peace to ones heart. This image of four stone columns is iconic around the world, from America to Asia, for being a monument of Bordeaux, the “Versailles of the Médoc.” Margaux is a wine cathedral producing some of the best wines in the world. 363 more words
Not every one of my well-laid plans results in satisfaction. Sometimes, a little luck is required. Such was the case last night.
I had booked my ticket for the festivales musicales de Medoc back in April, figuring the first evening at Chateau Lafite Rothschild would sell out quickly. 686 more words