I will readily admit to being a Francophile over a wide range of topics—history, art, architecture, land- and seacape, food and, not least, wine, which is something of a first love because when I was in my salad days it seemed appropriate to drink French wine, after getting over a transient infatuation with Mateus Rose, Blue Nun Liebfraumilch and Bolla Soave.
By the late 1970s, though, not only was more and more interesting wine coming in from Italy, but the California wine r… (View original article)