Sweet tea is a southern staple, and there’s a good reason it’s called sweet tea, not iced tea.

Tiny Fort Ross Vineyard experiments to perfect a South African varietal.

A complicated situation with friends is easier to swallow with a lovely meal.

Moments like this go a long way toward reaffirming my commitment to the pleasures of the table.

I mistakenly thought it was bad wine. I was wrong.

What does it mean when the sensory pleasures of the table overtake other sensory pleasures?

A Freeman Pinot Noir accompanies two nights of pleasurable dining.

Inebriation comes with drinking, and I was reminded of it when I tied one on recently.

Simple terms never remain simple when they’re applied to wine.

Exactly the right wine—a wine that constitutes a genuine contribution.

I had four good wines open, and was interested in each of them, and I finally just set them all on the table.

A champagne tail that’s a lot of rose and not too much rosé.

The spell was working so well that I wanted to perform every part of the old ritual.

Pitting American big, bold reds against Italian big, bold reds, and loving both.

Why do we still face the “pink” problem?