Drinking wine like wine that might have been prepared by pete
I walked into the kitchen and saw a bottle sitting on the counter that looked exactly like wine that might have been prepared by pete, slightly cloudy and labeled with nothing but a black Sharpie mark. You know the kind of wine I'm talking about. It's the stuff that hasn't been through a million filters or sat in a temperature-controlled warehouse for three years. It feels alive, a bit unpredictable, and maybe a little bit dangerous if you drink too much of it on a Tuesday night. There's something special about that rustic, homemade quality that you just can't find in a grocery store aisle. ...