As much as I hate to admit it,


I see myself becoming a bit of a 'wine snob'. There was a time when I couldn't tell the difference between good wine and swill, but now the swill isn't good enough for my spoiled palate. Good or bad? I don't know, but it IS. I can see how a good wine cellar could be one of life's greatest pleasures. Not that I could ever have one, BUT, it would be nice. Certain vintages, from the best grapes, grown on blessed sun drenched slopes, and subject to the vintner's art... AHHH, to be a coineseur of fine wine...

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