Wine labels are supposed to paint a clear picture of what to expect from a particular bottle of wine. Generally, a wine label has two parts worth special attention. The first is, required legal information that varies depending on the country where the wine is produced. Even different appellations within the same country have various regulations to abide by. The second being artistic renderings of text and graphics.
My impression of a rum drinker, until recently, had been somewhere between a swashbuckling pirate and Jimmy Buffet barefoot and singing to a crowd of people wearing parrots on their heads. On the handful of occasions that I dabbled in rum of any kind, it was mixed into some classic, fruity cocktail near the beach. But, over the last year or so, it was as if the spirit (as in rum) was sending me signals to try more of it.
We all know Florida winters aren’t too much of a departure from Florida summers. Any given day December through March can easily be 85 and sunny. That being said, there are days when the temperature takes a tumble. This is actual footage of Floridians on the 40-degree day:
So, you bought a bottle of Irish cream a few months back as a little treat to add to your coffee, and now it sits idly in your home bar. You might be wondering; does it need to be refrigerated? Does it expire? What do I do with it now?
In a world where getting a wine recommendation is one “hey Google” away, choosing the next best sip seems simple. However, wine publications and the ratings they give still serve as a steadfast, reliable assurance that the red, white, rosé or bubbly you are about to buy has the quality you expect. And while I always advocate for consumers to taste and judge a wine for themselves, sometimes having a rating and corresponding tasting note to reference comes in handy when making your final decision.
New Year’s resolutions date back centuries as a renaissance of oneself in the upcoming year. Each late December we write up a list of semi-realistic goals and achievements we hope to reach, but inevitably tangle with or ignore for the next 365 days.
Love it or hate it, the season of eggnog is upon us. Just about anyone who has ever tasted the velvety custard cocktail has an opinion that borders on either fanatical fondness or absolute disgust. To me, it’s a mouthful and the mouthfeel of Christmas in a glass. To others, not so much.
What rhymes with holiday parties, happiness and zero regrets? Holiday desserts.