For at the end of the day, what matters is never the wine, it's always the moment; it's always the people.

Studying wine taught me that there was a very big difference between soil and dirt: dirt is to soul what zombies are to humans. Soil is full of life, while dirt is devoid of it.

Most people whom you may view as wine experts are usually just good at one thing: winemakers are good at making wine, sommeliers at talking about it, and wine journalists at drinking it for free.

We need to get acquainted with mediocrity to notice greatness.

I love these words that just can't be translated from language to language. They seem dignified, grounded, battling against the imperialism of reality.

When it comes to picking wine and cutting through the marketing smokes, bottom line is: two things really matter. First is how the grapes were farmed, and second is whether or not you like it. The rest is vastly BS.