I’ve always followed the rule that anything worth doing is worth doing excessively.
Part of life is to live it, and enjoy it, and seize the moments that you find particularly pleasing.
Wine to me is something that brings people together. Wine does promote conversation and promote civility, but it’s also fascinating. It’s the greatest subject to study. No matter how much you learn, every vintage is going to come at you with different factors that make you have to think again.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures; no ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
I believe that the responsibility of the winemaker is to take that fruit and get it into the bottle as the most natural and purest expression of that vineyard, of the grape varietal or blend, and of the vintage.
The first famous winemaking consultant was the late professor Emile Peynaud, who reigned over Bordeaux throughout the 1940s, 50s, 60s and 70s.
Fettuccine Alfredo is dangerous for your health.
I’m a common-sense kind of guy.
The finest glasses for both technical and hedonistic purposes are those made by Riedel. The effect of these glasses on fine wine is profound. I cannot emphasize enough what a difference they make.
These are the people who do studies that your carry-out Chinese meals are saturated in fat. I’d just like to meet them! I mean, what do they do for pleasure?
From a wine critic’s perspective, there are far too many innocuous, over-oaked, over-acidified, or over-cropped wines emerging from California. While those sins would not be a problem if the wines sold for under $20, many are in fact $75-$150. That’s appalling.
My personal philosophy is, you can be sure of nothing.