
They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, which has always puzzled me, because how does one get from ignorance to wisdom except by increments? My increments are usually glass receptacles filled with wine, and if there’s a better way to learn about this wonderfully capacious subject than to consume many variations in small quantities, I haven’t yet found it. I don’t always succeed in keeping the quantities small, but that just goes to show that it is in fact a lot of knowledge that is the danger.
Wine lovers are addicted to the tuneful chime made by droplets of understanding pooling on the palate. People intimidated by wine think that connoisseurs look down on them but it isn’t true – we are too busy looking around for the next interesting bottle.