This time it's scotch. I think I deserve something better than Ardmore 30 (wish it was Arbeg) to bolster my courage for the Paris book signing on Thursday, but it will get me through--the flight. Tomorrow night should work though, @ Racines.
I'm hunting the Leon Trotskys, the Philip Roths, the Chaucers and the Edith Whartons of the wine world. I want them natural and most of all, I want them to speak the truth even if we argue. With this messiah thing going on, I'm trying to swell the ranks of those who crave the differences in each vintage, celebrate nuance and desire wines that make them think, laugh, and feel. Welcome.
And, if you'd like a signed copy, feel free to contact me directly.