There are two things that connect me with the Portuguese island of Madeira. The first is familial as my great-grandmother was from there. Like any rootless Caucasian American I suppose that gives me some kind of “claim” to it but as I’ve never been there nor do I speak Portuguese, that’s a tenuous claim at best. The second connection is one known by anyone who has done the upper-level Court of Master Sommelier exams in that they really like to drill you on Madeira. I don’t know why, but I […]

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