As I get older, I forget to take pictures. I get all caught up in the moment, then forget to document it, and in this day and age that’s sacrilege. It’s like the old saying “If a tree falls and nobody is around to hear it, then does it make a sound”, but more appropriately, … Continue reading IT GOT RAW: When James Met Isabelle… Again
I currently find myself taking a glass, looking over the sights of The Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia, Canada. I'm working for Luckett Vineyards; a local winery situated on the steepest fucking hill I've ever had the displeasure of cycling up.
While we are working hard to break down barriers that can alienate younger people from truly appreciating wine, the worldwide beer community just keeps on growing.
After receiving a 5-0 FIFA thrashing and subsequently having to post a public Facebook apology, I presented everyone with a bottle of Gran Villa, Navarra.
On a recent frosty Friday night after work, we were on the hunt for one thing: spice.
Note: This will be one of the few times we snub the convenience factor but, in this case, it is worth it...
In a world that seems to be going fucking mad (profanity entirely necessary), it pays to find moments of happiness and clarity. And one fact is abundantly clear: life is infinitely better with wine and chocolate.
When someone mentions the USA what do you think of? Although it's hard, put aside the politics for now and think about the Pinot...
So it’s a Sunday night in early January and it’s raining outside. Although you’ve just spent the last two weeks drinking port, red wine and eating enough cheese to give you gout; you’re still hanging on to the holiday spirit and there’s no shame in it.
