This is one of the most enjoyable wines I’ve had all summer. And I’d say that even if it weren’t $14.99, a darn good price for a wine with this much personality.

Viognier is the finest white wine grape of the Rhône. These are wines with meat on their bones.

When a friend suggested I write more about wine labels on STBNY, I immediately thought of Michel Chapoutier. What sets Chapoutier’s labels apart is not their look (elegant fonts, neutral colors, classic crests) but their feel.

My dear friend Gary was clearing out his boss’ office and came across a bottle of wine. Would I, he wanted to know, be interested in trying it? You bet I would.

When’s the last time you saw a guy drinking white wine?

Believe it or not, I do get sick of wine. My palate goes numb and I wonder if it’s all just a waste of time and money — at the end of day, it’s just fermented grape juice. And then. Then I taste a wine that reminds me why I fell in love with wine.