Linkin’ logs: 1-4-19

Scrollin’, scrollin, scrollin’ into 2019:

• Great to see the seriously cool Henry & Son make a list of the nation’s best wine stores.

• A penny for your thoughts? Actually, pennies aren’t worth much these days, except perhaps to restore wine gone bad.

• Whatever weighty resolutions might be in play for others, these are my kind of diet tips.

• I’m sure I’d muck it up, but this is a fabulous use of empty wine bottles.

• Finally, while Riedel and Zalto and others have their merits, these are all worthy wine vessels:


Linkin’ logs: 12-19-18

Hoping this effort on the piece-o’-crap new version of WordPress works:

• Lauren Voigt does stellar work running the Minnesota Uncorked website, and she did a dandy job with this take on wines with Minnesota connections.

• OK, I’m a sucker for lists, and for researchers who divide people into groups. So the wine market’s six segments is right in my wheelhouse

• Well, I’m always leery of over-marketing-driven stuff like Shiraz on the Shelf, but it’s from the people who came up with Mensch on the Bench, which I pondered buying for my friend Mark’s holiday gift.

• Apparently, you don’t have to mix in Red Bull to make Champagne an energy drink.

• Finally, the latest health news:



Linkin’ logs: 11-27-18

What’s cooking in the wine world? Plenty:

• I got an Instant Pot last year and haven’t used it much. Maybe this mulled-wine recipe will motivate me.

• I hate when this happens: thousands of gallons bubble over the tank tops and are lost.

• The headline says it (almost) all: a wine that at least figuratively is out of this world.

• Almost out of this world: the planet’s “highest” vineyard in Tibet.

• Want to get smarter? Drink wine, if these neuroscientists are to be believed.

• Finally, most of us tend to be low on funds after holiday shopping. The solution, at least for those with wanderlust:


Linkin’ logs: 11-21-19

It’s beginning to look a lot like … an insane feast is anon. For news on this and other vinous matters:

• A seriously cool idea: co-fermenting grapes with apples, wort, etc., to make a hybrid. Let’s not call it “weer” or “wider,” though.

• Love this list of what wines to pair with the pies that cap the repast. And I didn’t delve as deeply into one course, but lightly into all of the standard stuff.

• Staying with food-wine matchups, I love Tim Hanni’s suggestions for hosts, not least because it includes two personal favorites from Oregon, Paetra Riesling and Abacela Albarino.

• On the other hand, I likely wouldn’t serve this 1,700-year-old bottle with a meal. But many wines of course are worth aging, and Eric Asimov offers his standard sage advice on that topic

• Finally, some more savvy advice on watching the news:


Linkin’ logs: 10-24-18

Spanning the globe that is the World Wine Web:

• Got grapes? How about 8,200 varieties, at this seriously cool French vineyard?

• I’m with Simon Jenkins: Make mine a cannabis wine.

• I love cooking, I love using tongs when I cook, and I love wine. So this semi-harrowing practice is right in my wheelhouse. Anyone got some really old Port?

• Now I want to go to Austria even more: Instead of near-beer, they have near-wine.

• No way I’m gonna buy this, but I might do a homemade version of the 12-bottle Advent wine thingie.

• Finally, read and heed this:



Linkin’ logs: 10-2-18

Takin’ what I’m given, and I’m strollin’ for a ivin’:

• How about some delicious Welch’s … wine? Actually, I’ve had some fab stuff made from Concord grapes at competitions.

• I’m so far behind that I’ll soon finally be getting around to sharing my own review of the second “Somm” film. Meanwhile, the third one has premiered (that’s my friend Fred Dame in the middle).

• Here’s some really good advice on pairing wines and food in particular and becoming a more savvy quaffer in general.

• I also learned a lot from this look at surprising facts and figures around fermented grape juice.

• Finally, it took a sec for me to “get” this misbegotten sign:





Linkin’ logs: 9-24-18

Web gems: this ‘n’ that from the InterTubes:

• This is not (just) a play on words: Whistling past the graveyard vineyard.

• Love tomatoes, love wine, but not so sure about tomato wine.

• Now here’s a combination that seems outstanding: bubbles in space.

• This “diet” plan hasn’t worked so well for me, but that also might be attributable to my love of pasta, sweet tooth, etc. etc.

• Finally, me want:


Linkin’ logs: 9-9-18

Spanning the vinous globe to bring you the constant variety of wine:

• Am I blue? Rarely, and even more uncommon is it to find something blue in my wine glass. Not so across the pond.

• The Spaniards really know how to live. The latest evidence: this seriously cool fountain.

• I have been fortunate enough not to encounter much insipid rosé  — although i have friends who think all rosés are insipid — but it’s definitely out there.

• Leaving no marketing stone unturned: Of course there is now wine for cats.

• Finally, some sage advice for the pessimists among us:


He was, quite simply, the best of us

He could cook a mean abalone. He could tell Sven & Ole jokes like nobody’s business. He could make wine that was a gateway drug to this wondrous realm.

But what I’ll always hold close about Kent Rosenblum, whose sweet soul slipped the surly bonds of Earth on Sept. 5, was his grace, his generosity and his love of life its ownself.

I didn’t know it when I wrote my first-ever winemaker profile on the former Minnesotan a decade ago, but Kent was the paragon of not only the people I want to spend the rest of my life around, but of what I would like to become myself.

And what a life he lived, from making all-conference as a wrestler at Gustavus Adolphus and then fermenting grape juice on the mean streets of Alameda (“When the gangstas found out what I was doing, they not only left us alone, they started protecting us,” he told me) to leading California vintners down a “bigger can be better” path and finding vineyards up and down the state where his favorite grape, zinfandel (left), could thrive.

As my friend Mike Dunne wrote on Facebook, “He was a most inquisitive winemaker, probing into the source and intricacies of wine with discipline and precision, perhaps an extension of his original vocation as a veterinarian.”

Yes, veterinarian, a role that he told me in January that he still occasionally filled. Kent was living proof that a science background was an immeasurably valuable tool for winemaking, especially in the way he crafted wines that never got flabby or flaccid even when the grapes were picked on the edge of over-ripeness.

His eponymous winery joined Ridge and Ravenswood as the “Three R’s” of zinfandel, which not only inspired the likes of Mike Officer to make wine in his garage (and eventually start the estimable Carlisle winery) but led countless other consumers to a passion that persists to this day.

Among them: my pal Lynn Fowler, who commented on Facebook that Kent “introduced us to many things that make us appreciate wine today.” And yours truly, who would only add that it should be “Four R’s” since my first “a-ha” moment with a domestic wine involved a Rafanelli zin.

But I digress. Over the years I got to know Kent at wine competitions and loved to pick his brain about wine and life, although I was never fortunate enough to be on a panel with him. The only challenge was getting sufficient time with Kent, for he was as admired and sought after as any winemaker at these gatherings — and I never had the stamina to join the party in his hotel room after a day of testing 100-plus wines and then partaking of a viniferous dinner.

But my way better half and I did get a couple of opportunities to break bread with Kent at a vineyard he owned in the Russian River Valley. His dear friend Ann Littlefield helped arrange a couple of leisurely afternoon repasts there, initially calling the locale “a really beautiful vineyard.”

When someone who lives in Napa characterizes a vineyard that way, one tends to listen. And of course it was splendiferous — that’s Sandy and her friend Marie making it even more beauteous — with a veggie/fruit/herb garden, pizza oven and Viking range incongruously but seamlessly perched atop it all.

Those already were two of the most stupendous afternoons of our lives, and now will only be heightened in our memories with Kent having passed over to another realm. He grilled abalone and pizza and served caprese emanating from the adjacent tomato vines and basil plot, with of course endless pours of delicious juice from his newer winery, Rock Wall.

That site is adjacent to what is now the grounds at Copain, which Kent sold several years ago. (Check it out next time you’re in Sonoma for astonishing vistas.) He also cashed in on his winery, selling Rosenblum for almost twice what his financial advisors had anticipated a decade ago.

So he was a savvy businessman on top of everything else. On top of the wit and wisdom, the kindness and gentleness, the cooking and vinifying in extraordinary fashion. That formidable skill set seems almost irreplaceable. Indubitably, his soulfulness leaves an unfillable void.

I can’t help but think of one of my favorite quotes of all time, from Abraham Joshua Heschel — “When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.” — which I have amended to include, “Actually, I admire and want to be with people who are both.”

People like Kent Rosenblum.


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