Wines stories, eh, hmmmmm...
Remembering my beginnings in wine, it's amazing I like the stuff. My sister and I used to be served a small portion of wine by my aunt, in a shot glass, only at family holiday gatherings. It was frightfully nasty tasting stuff, a sweet kosher wine, but since we were getting something that we were not supposed to have, we never would have admitted that it was dreadful, and choked it down. We would sip and grimace until was gone, all the while trying to stay out of the grownups sight in case they might try to take it away.
Jumping forward a few years into high school, a neighbor, who owned a well know French restaurant in Washington, DC, who used to bring by this great French bread left over from the restaurant, left us a bottle of French Burgundy from the Pommard region for a Christmas present. This wine was an epiphany, who knew that wine could be this incredible. I saved the empty bottle for many years. To this day, Pommard and the Volnay region next door are some of my all time favorite wines.
Regards,
Rob