Remember that time we almost didn’t get to go to Iceland because we missed the memo about the Schengen Area? Us, too!
At some point, sun and wine and welcome had me feeling philosophical so I looked to my Norwegian compatriot and said, “This. This is terroir.” By forgetting everything except the vines, wines, people and moment I was in – by opening my heart as I tasted – I truly understood the sense of place that is vital to making quality wine.
Spring followed me back from France and made for a glorious day at the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx. We enjoyed the nearly 700k daffodils and some excellent New York wine.