by Courtney Cochran
Once upon a time, there was a wine so big, so bold and so outrageously
outsized that its fans felt ashamed admitting it was their favorite.
"Oh no," naysayers would insist, "a wine that big just can't be good
with food. Why, it's so ridiculously over the top as to hardly even
resemble what I think of as a wine."
Despairingly, lovers of Petite Sirah would retreat to enjoy their prodigious darling in the privacy of their own homes, away from the prying eyes of fellow drinkers who insisted that a wine must have impeccable balance - meaning it could harbor neither outsized fruit nor high-octane alcohol - in order to be enjoyed.
Once upon a time, there was a wine so big, so bold and so outrageously
outsized that its fans felt ashamed admitting it was their favorite.
"Oh no," naysayers would insist, "a wine that big just can't be good
with food. Why, it's so ridiculously over the top as to hardly even
resemble what I think of as a wine."Despairingly, lovers of Petite Sirah would retreat to enjoy their prodigious darling in the privacy of their own homes, away from the prying eyes of fellow drinkers who insisted that a wine must have impeccable balance - meaning it could harbor neither outsized fruit nor high-octane alcohol - in order to be enjoyed.
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