A rose by any other name would smell as sweet—and a rosé by any other name would be as pink. Would Shakespeare not be proud? If you have ever wondered about the provenance of the pink stuff—where it’s made and how it’s made, for instance—your primer has arrived.
What do the wines of Southern Italy have in common? Some of the best ones—the inkiest, most mineral, most concentrated versions—come from vineyards planted in volcanic soils. These soils, remnants…
Thank the heavens that spring is here. As the coldest season roils to an end, wine drinking becomes less about curling up in front of a fire and more about…
My dad died right before my 31st birthday. Of the things he left me—a Whitey Ford signed baseball, an original pair of Wayfarers—his Bordeaux was his most treasured. In the…
Wine writer Alice Feiring has built a career by challenging the Parkerized American palate. Her newest book, Natural Wine for the People, is an illustrated guide to natural wine, a…
While the Aperol Spritz has invited both vitriol and adoration, the humble Port Tonic—a sweet and playful blend of white fortified Port (like Kopke) and tonic water—has yet to make headlines in…
A caveat: I do not blame you if your fundamental understanding of Long Island wine begins and ends with rosé. There are a lot of good reasons to drink pink…
