I do/I don't
I do -
go for a funky, compelling glass of Rose from the Lebanese countryside with my Baba Ganooj.
I don't -
understand paying any amount of money, even 7-bucks, for wine that tastes as if it were produced by a mega-glomerate named, "ACME Wine Inc."
I do -
love to wind down the week by sipping a 9-buck bottle of Cava, eating two slices too many and watching Colbert Report reruns.
I don't -
pay $50 for a bottle of Cab/Bordeaux blend sporting 15+ percent ABV. After 1.5 glasses, I'm too clouded to appreciate what it is I'm sipping.
I do -
appreciate alternative closures - Stelvins, Vino-Locs, etc.
I don't -
understand why I still receive press releases linking Merlot and/or Pinot Noir to the film Sideways. It was three years ago. Let it go. Please.
I do -
enjoy seeking out a new wine (Txakoli!, Santorini!, German Pinot N.!) each week at the local wine shop.
I don't -
enjoy the proceeds of the above-mentioned wine safari going into the bursting coffers of a wine-hostile regime seated in the Beehive State rotunda.
I do -
wish I had more time to sample, evaluate and wax poetic on wine.
I don't -
have any idea how many people have read this and thought, "Is this person an idiot?"
I do -
recommend revisiting (or sampling for the first time) Schramsberg's Blanc de Noirs ($30). It is truly one of the finest domestic bubblies I have ever slurped (think: slightly overripe strawberries dipped in honey and schmeared over an oven fresh biscotti).
I don't -
know exactly when (and if I'll have enough patience to continue waiting) I should open this bottle: Baumard Quarts de Chaume, 2002.
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