In these illustrious times of silly-haired men holding sway over the misdirection of the world, predictions of any kind are slightly less useful than horse sweat. But, as little value as general predictions may have, in the highly subjective world of wine, they’re more likely to be worth even less, akin to a fly that gets stuck inside your car while driving. So, why even attempt wine predictions? I try […]
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