The first chill of fall finally touched us the other day: the air tightens, and the breeze hits your cheek, letting you know, this is as warm as it's going to get today.
When it comes to wine, people will say that, now that there's a chill in the air, the season of blowsy summer whites and rosés is over. I say, in a gutteral Vin-Diesel-esque growl, "It ain't over until I say it's over." And, with that, I put on a sweater and crack yet another bottle of pink wine and pour it into another tumbler.
I love the fact that Alder Yarrow over at Vinography is so unabashedly exuberant about "orange wines." Some of his quotes from the last year: "Regular readers know that every once in a while I wax poetic about an orange wine here on Vinography"; "Orange wine is nearly always a good sign!"; "Orange wines aren't easy to come by, but to my mind they represent some of the most exciting wines being made on the planet."