Warming Wines
Beyond the northern Willamette Valley
Across the wine-y world, Oregon is recognized for its cool climate, hugely hospitable to growing the pinot noir grape, considered by many wine-lovers to be … Continue reading
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Across the wine-y world, Oregon is recognized for its cool climate, hugely hospitable to growing the pinot noir grape, considered by many wine-lovers to be … Continue reading
March is Wine Month in Washington (that state north of ours). Unless you have a passion for wine, that fact is not very important. If … Continue reading
Brian McWhorter Conductor of Eugene’s OrchestraNext and a professor of trumpet at the University of Oregon School of Music and Dance Close call between Rye … Continue reading
Crystal Gerig has three rules for successful bartending: Fake it until you make it. Being able to multitask is huge. And be aware of everyone. … Continue reading
To our squealing delight, craft distilleries are on the rise. In the last six months, a number of brand-new spirit operations have popped up in … Continue reading
In President Benito Tweety’s post-truth, “alternate-facts” world, it probably doesn’t matter if we reported a story with some misleading information in January’s “Wine Label Whimsy,” … Continue reading
Looking for a bar in Lane County? You shouldn’t have to look too hard. According to the Oregon Liquor Control Commission, as of Feb. 7 … Continue reading
Must be global weirding: A carny barker-snakeoil hustler gets elected president of the U.S.; ice forms on December rosebuds; and in the wine world, someone … Continue reading
I was ready to break into “September Song” or my whistling riff of “Early Autumn” when Mole got up in my face. The Round Mound of Merlot almost never gets angry, but he was clearly irked: “Yuz hoit my feelins laz mont’ when yuz wrote dat I wuz smoikin’ lak da Donald. Ah wuzn’t smoikin’ ‘n’ ah ain’t lak Trump. Ah don’ even lak dat guy. He’s nasty ta wimmen ‘n’ nearly ever’body, ‘cept his pal Voldemort Pootin.’ Ah wuz jes’ smilin’ cuz weah back on track on da wines.” Continue reading
Mole was moping. As I’ve said, a moping Mole is an awful omen. “’Zup, pal?” I asked, warily. Continue reading