Twenty-five of us went to a wine tasting yesterday afternoon, which turned into more of a wine drinking than a tasting. Since I was responsible for putting this little outing together, my only requirement was no French wine. I am still enthusiastically boycotting the spineless froggies. Anyway, we consumed mass quantities of the following, and they all tasted pretty good toward the end, I think.

*Lurton Pinot Gris (Argentina)
*Kiona Chardonnay (California)
*Morgan Chardonnay (California)
*Concannon Petite Sirah (California)
*Warburn Shiraz (S.E. Australia)
*Casa de la Ermita Crianza (Spain)
*Terra Valentine Cabernet Sauvignon (California)

Afterward, we loaded up a couple of mixed cases and came over to my house for dinner and more wine tasting. Everything was moving along just fine until we started doing shots of Henry McKenna #253 barreled on March 16, 1994. That is some mellow whiskey, but too many shots of anything is a bad idea, unless you like feeling like you’re in outer space the following day, which I do, and am, I think.

On a seemingly unrelated matter, and for all you bourbon drinkers, remember this:

The French own Wild Turkey.