Before June 2015, I drank red wine. A few months prior I experienced French rosés and began to drink those as well. But my “go to” wine was still a red; either a Malbec, a Pinot Noir, Syrah or Petite Syrah. Then there was that monumental trip to wine country in Southern France. Forgive me for bringing it up again, but it was in Chateauneuf-du-Pape that I learned that I enjoy white wine. Yes, as that story goes, the kind woman pouring samples at Famille Quiot started pouring white wine into my tasting glass, I stopped her and announced that I did…
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