“Wine offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than possibly any other purely sensory thing which may be purchased.” ~Ernest Hemingway

There is an awful lot of writing about wine, and I often compare the two. A wine’s terroir is like a writer’s style. Take the metaphor further, and each vintage of wine is like an edition of a book. If Hemingway were a wine, he’d have a rough, leathery terroir, and his best vintage (in my opinion) would be 1926, the year he published The Sun Also Rises. Style is unique, but some styles stand out more than others, and when we find a great one, one that speaks directly to us, we keep coming back to it. It finds its way into our heart so that when we pick up that book, or that wine, we are transported, brought home to Hemingway’s Spain, or to green rows of woven vines.