I have lost respect for my brother-in-law. He phoned me to rave about a wine he’d just consumed, a Barefoot Pinot Grigio. Then he insulted me. ‘It was really yummy', he said, ‘just like yours.’
I hung up on him.
As someone who hasn’t touched a Pinot Grigio for 1,927 days – since I stopped drinking wine and started appreciating it – I was deeply offended. My wine has taste and character, a...
