Here is my shadow at the top of Vosne Romanee Les Reignots late one afternoon in early December 2016. A man of mystery!
These posts are written by Keith Bailey.
The content is intended to provide not much more than an outlet for various reflections and perspectives on the subject of wine that come to me from time to time. Sometimes I write a post just to clarify my thoughts on a topic for my own benefit. An entirely selfish and indulgent endeavor, written from the point of view of the enthusiastic consumer, with no commercial aspirations whatsoever.
But even this cannot be done alone. I am indebted to my many friends who stimulate and provoke in me so many thoughts and who, in so doing, continually reinforce in me how much more there is to enjoying wine than purely what is in the glass.
My long standing interest in wine originated with Burgundy in the very early 1990s through the exceptional kindness and generosity of some very special people there - principally Becky Wasserman and her associates from Le Serbet - but has since expanded to include the usual places where those faithful to the notion of terroir in the Old World most readily find themselves - the Northern Rhone, the Loire, Champagne and Piedmont, plus a few other locations scattered across southern Europe. My interest in Barolo and Barbaresco is more recent. What little I know of that region is entirely due to the generosity of Jamie Wolff from Chambers Street Wines in New York and Greg Dal Piaz, whose encyclopedic knowledge of these wines is exceeded only by their passion for them. And my thanks of course to all the growers and winemakers who over the years have given me so much of their time and in so doing converted an early curiosity in me into a lifetime’s interest.
The opinions I express of course are entirely my own.
Courtesy of the extraordinary dedication of my teachers, I received the WSET Diploma from the International Wine Center in New York in 2012.
…and to my wife, for among so many other things, having to endure something I know she hates - looking at so many dirty old cardboard cartons of wine lying around over all the years.