Faux Brahmin

Well well…2024 and I’m starting a blog. That feels appropriately passé. Like the voiceover at the beginning of a Meg Ryan movie – as an aside where has that woman gone – this will hopefully give you a sense of the narrative tone I have halfheartedly committed to: Puckish.

I’ve decided to keep this almost exclusively focused on wine, though I reserve the right to deviate on occasion into adjacent areas (e.g., beer, cheese, wine stain removal). I have absolutely no formal wine education. That said, I’m a snob and I’ve drunk a lot of it. Worry not pearlclutchers, I’m a homeowner and often gainfully employed. This epistolary effort will not provide a keyhole view to a ruined man on a continued downward descent. Instead, I hope the limited (exclusive?) readership of this blog will find one or two fun pieces of weekly apocrypha to confidently share at your next cocktail party. Yes, I will attempt to be accurate, no I will not succeed.