Some people have a magic touch, and TSB‘s  furtive fingers mix the meanest sangria I’ve ever tasted, but she also makes the process quick and simple, despite the complexities that other sangria masters claim the drink requires.  The following are

Recently released by the Scandinavian Design Center, the Baggy Winecoat is a poorly named purse that holds the internal bag from boxed wine with a convenient pour spout and sturdy base for fashionable picnic drinking.

In this age of

As mentioned yesterday, a shorter version of this article is in the latest issue of Drink Me Magazine.

For most, wine cocktails are what we drank while backpacking across Europe at 19 years old – before we knew better. 

I was asked to write a piece for Nirvino in Drink Me Magazine on making cocktails with wine. There’s a longer version of the article that I will post here tomorrow, but I wanted to give you

Xplorador is sending someone *cough*pick me*cough* to Chile to experience the harvest and production of their wines.   A buddy shot this video while I was standing outside a bar last night, so I’m throwing my gorro into the ring.

I have fondest memories of drinking Sturm at  Raschhofer Rossbräu, a bar/restaurant I frequented while living in Austria a decade ago, give or take a month.  It’s an effervescent,  not fully fermented red wine, which is cloudy and available only

Wine snobs incense me, and when they ask what flavors and smells I detect in a glass, I often opt to tell them I get a lot of dead yeast on the nose, distinct hints of vine fruit, and fermented

We’ve all been there, at a picnic or on a train, you remembered the bottle of wine, but not the corkscrew.  If you’re at a construction site, the simple solution is to drive a screw into the cork and lever

My darkest secret:

I’m not great at picking out wine.

Like a chump, I never turn down waiters’ recommendations, because I figure they know better. Invite me to dinner and I’ll happily bring wine, but suffer while surfing the web from my

Just because you are on a budget, doesn’t mean you need to drink bad wine. OK, that was tacky.  If I ever write  like Rachel Ray again, please find me and slit my throat.  I’m not a connoisseur, but my