NYT’s Eric Asimov discusses the results from a tasting of South African Chenin Blanc: WINE tastings are intended to illuminate, but sometimes confusion gets the upper hand. This was one of those times. The subject was chenin blanc from South Africa, a category I last addressed around five years ago. Back then, I lamented the […]
John J Kane
John Kane is a father of two, a husband to one, and quite a sot to be seen, according to his wife. He first fell in love with wine before he could legally drink, after breaking into the fruits of his parents' first trip to Napa Valley. John quickly realized that 1995 Pride Mountain Reserve Cab was superior to the Ice House tallboys he was illegally obtaining from the local convenience store. In order to hunt down new sources of vinous pleasure, John began visiting Napa and Sonoma during his time at the University of Texas. Needing a source of revenue to fund his ever-increasing addiction to fine wine, John decided to become a lawyer. During law school summers, John worked as a clerk at a firm or government agency; and (more importantly!) at Lake Travis Wine Trader, where John was a sales rep and helped manage tasting events. In two years of wine retail, John netted a total of $0.00 of income, after spending literally every penny he earned on wine. John also acted as a wine consultant during law school, and directed the Wine Spectator award winning wine program at the Reluctant Panther Inn and Restaurant in Manchester, Vermont. John and his wife and children live in Dallas, and frequently travel to Napa, Sonoma, and Oregon in search of great wine and great memories. John is an avid taster and collector, and in a feat of unimaginable discipline, still manages to practice law.
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My eldest son is about to turn two years old. He is a beautiful, intelligent, energetic little tyke. He loves to run around, and often mimics things that he sees me do. For instance, he saw me hammering nails into a wall to hang a few frames. Moments later, he had a plastic toy hammer and […]
When in college, most of the parties I attended had two mouthwatering drink choices: Keystone Light or bum wine. For most 21 year olds, those aren’t usually unappetizing options—but by my third year of college, I had traveled to Napa and was seriously addicted to fine wine. Or, at least, I was addicted to wine […]
I took one sniff of each glass and said a quick prayer of thanks. It went something along the lines of, “thank God they aren’t corked.” It was May 21 of this year, and my father’s 60th birthday. As the day began to wind down we sat side by side in a ludicrous honeymooners’ booth […]